Twisted Games

Was I just a bump in the road?

Was I just collateral damage?

Men like you think they deserve power,

They slay, then offer a bandage.

It is me who is going to ruin you,

Take it in, let it hurt.

Your regal blood is worthless,

And I don’t want to say a word.

You spat me out like a fly,

Tried to rip my will to pieces,

But no one spins a story like me,

Twists truth until it ceases.

So, was I just a fleeting feeling?

Was I just an undone memory?

Men like you don’t have any power,

They lose it all to me.

-Jackie