My face gets bruised, but you don’t ever worry.
I’m the girl surviving until the end of the story.
I lose my shoes as the midnight train passes by,
But you don’t ever hear my wounded battle cry.
The thoughts in my head spin so fast I fall down.
There’s nobody worrying about me in this town.
I must wonder – are they going to be surprised?
Are they going to leave when I drop the disguise?
They must suspect that my exterior’s deceiving.
It’s been a decade since they’ve seen me bleeding.
My eyes turn red, but don’t you ever worry.
As they bury you alive, I will howl my faux “sorry”.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 