I've been the actress
for other's acts of desperation,
depressed and unhinged
I fit the narrative's direction.
I was the female protagonist
I assume as last resort,
I was reckless, damaged,
and easy to abort.
The antagonists were always
who everyone hates the most,
using smiles and manipulation
to draw others close.
Yet in each story
the endings were the same,
they took all they could
but refused to take the blame.
I never should have auditioned
to play a single part,
but to become my own heroine
I needed to break my own heart.
Month: July 2025
Childhood
It's funny what insignificant details stick out from my childhood.
I can remember the neighbor kid's laugh,
the entirety of a book minus the title, and the foul flavor of the Flintstones vitamins that were force fed to me.
Yet the details I want to remember have been lost throughout the years.
I can no longer recall the exact model of my parent's gray car, when I lost my slightly yellow front tooth, or the address of the blue house that I spent my first years in.
It seems that I have lost those details.
It seems that I have forgotten everything except what I had expected to forget.
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