The Judge

I see you peeking over the fence,

Trying to make us friends through the grapevine,

But I keep forgetting my lines,

And I wonder if I should bring this to the end.

You watch my every move,

You wait on the moon to make me happy.

The chains in your words cannot wait to trap me,

Pop me open like a shiny balloon,

Deflate my ego like an inconvenience

Until I gain that pale common sense.

But who are you to mold my pain?

Who are you to judge my decision?

You made the first incision, cut a vein,

Then pulled out my thoughts with your high precision.

Live with it, die with it,

Take it to your grave like a trophy.

You cannot know me and you never owned me.

-Jackie