The sentences I dare to say out loud,
They speak a lot about great forgiveness,
They talk about trying, and they gather crowds
Like all great monologues about falling to pieces.
But I am not happy or hopeful at all
Watching people die from this empty glass palace.
Whenever someone believes me, my skin crawls,
And death refills my shattered chalice.
I am selling an illusion, and I am selling out.
I am selling my ideas to the highest bidder.
Even though it seems like I should not be allowed,
Still, I feel lonely, I feel bitter,
Almost like my words erase all my actions,
And nothing counts at the end of the day.
If you think you see right through me, that is just a fraction,
Just another scenario, another play.
The carousel never stops spinning and selling me,
It runs on this worthless business of hope,
It runs on people with the finest pedigree,
And those like me, trying to escape the rope.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 