Guilty As Charged
Guilty As Charged
Sitting on the bench of this long narrow hallway. Hearing the voices of strangers; elevator doors opening and closing, and doorknobs turning. I feel paranoid, schizophrenic, bipolar, or psychotic. It’s so chaotic
Contemplating on taking a stand; snitching on “my former lead man”. Reminiscing on how the bad times outweighed the good. It’s time to tell the truth, maybe I should. Why does it feel so wrong? Why am I second guessing my statement? I feel all alone.
I’ve been unappreciated, abused, unwanted for far too long. Now, I have the power to rewrite the final bar of his song. I don’t want it! I don’t want to be responsible for his conviction! My consequence….I will remain his victim
This is not fair! We’re not supposed to be here! I tried to keep things a secret; hidden, buried on a leash—only I can beautify this beast. It wasn’t enough you had to do more, showing everyone your true colors
I’m so untouched, unattached, desensitized…off the map. Why would I take you back? Kids? Family? Love? I don’t remember the last time you showed me “real love”—giving me non-judgmental, supportive, or comforting hug. Allowing me to express myself freely, loving me unconditionally
At this point I deserve to be in a better place; my scars, hurt, and love for myself have taken me to win first place. If I don’t STAND NOW you will FOREVER be in control. I’m taking my life back, it is no longer YOURS forever to hold