
You consumed my whole soul like it was a cheap drug,
Then you blamed me for being too high to function.
You are used to swiping poor people under the rug,
Then killing whoever tries to break all the tension.
But I still outrun you in every race, so you hate me,
Despite killing my kindness, I am the one they want.
Every minute you pretend to adore me gravely,
Yet all your chapped lips do are gaslight and daunt.
You drank me like an elixir made from seawater,
Then dropped your anchor on my chest for a year.
You only liked me when I was a sleepwalker,
And you could show me what to love or fear.
But I still outrun you in every race, so you hate me,
Despite killing my kindness, I am the one they want.
You smile at them nicely, you smile at them saintly.
Still, all your big eyes do are backstab and haunt.
-Jackie