You Took It All

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