Tell me how I’m always playing nice
Or how you think about me in your sleep.
When you check your door, you always check twice
Because my will was never yours to keep.
For now, rest your soul and do not worry,
Do not close that window late at night.
You had a backpack full of sorrys,
And the weight of them almost broke my might.
Tell me how I crave their bleeding attention,
How your nightmares paint me as the villain.
I was just an honorable mention,
And the high I gave you wasn’t thrilling.
Why did you butcher my reality?
When did you notice that I’ve fallen for the trick?
You got me prosecuted based on a fallacy.
If they knew, your grin would make them sick.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 