The rain is coloring the tree branches blue
Every morning I put a new hex on you.
The windows are fogging up with memories,
Crying in my cruel treachery.
I was never your victim, never a martyr.
As per them, I was always faster and smarter.
People laughed when I finally told my story,
They begged me to say that I am sorry.
But the storm is painting the skyline black,
Wrapping me in trust I cannot get back.
The ceiling is dripping some yellow paint,
Telling me I will die in vain.
I was a pawn, I was just your mistake
In this tale where you just take, take, take.
People shouted as they shrunk me to zero
And painted you as the golden hero.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 