They tell me I float through crowds like a muse,
They say I get them high on whatever I use.
But I am living in their fantasies, fading out,
Waiting for them to notice that I got too loud.
The dresses are getting dusty in my tiny closet,
My faux pride is my only safety deposit.
The phone keeps ringing when they get lonely,
Thinking they can fix it if they finally bore me.
They swear I am the one they have been chasing,
Still, their drinks taste like misery and light lacing.
After all the lavish nights, I have only myself.
The crowds smother me, they break my spell.
The pink glitter runs off me during cold showers,
It flees my face when I am crying for hours.
But no number of tears can break my chains,
So, I wait it out, I just wait out the pain.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 