I switch out my scenery every time it punches back,
And I call places haunted long before I get to see them.
All this constant running, it makes me lose track.
Was I ever the hero or was I always the demon?
Let me jump in the deep end and float away.
Maybe time will grant me lessons scars never could.
They all knew, but could not find the strength to say –
I was the cursed soul rotting this neighborhood.
Why did it take me years to catch up and face it?
Why did I want these streets to prove me wrong?
I kept changing the postal code until I erased it,
And now I am not sure if I will ever belong.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 