one day there, the next here
you have used me
there is no other way of saying it
they asked you, so you followed their brazen orders
hate or help
it doesn’t matter when you’re with them
provided you play the game
on behalf of someone else
with me as the main target
of this story that has not yet been told
and longing with readiness to develop
to every square and street of this town
they call it a city, I call it a sham
where few care
how your neighbour is doing
as they don’t dare to feel anything
carry on with their lives
as hard as they can heave
as loud as they can find air
in their lungs wanting to sing
but they fell
from the wrong cloud
and now
yelling at me;
you found challenge in the complaints
I found the challenge in the words
how can you learn from someone else’s predicament?
where did it all go
if not to shame?
soft words that will cover the most
of your seductive skills
as a spy closing in
on the most famous field;
you have become untouchable
like a musical idol on stage
with the guitar you used to play
and now your physical ailments
they reap their bloody harvest;
who you have become
if not a caricature of your previous precious role?
no longer flying
just standing hard on the ground
holding a whip that lashes deep
mercilessly into my skin
reminding
all male fights on me
although I was never against any of them
still, their betrayals of morality
have hurt me badly
and led me strictly
to reconsider the past choices of my heart
even though it was always automatically
geared towards love
the heart never learned, it just drowned
in an insurmountable amount of guilt
due to the lack of the thinnest connections to life
at least I tried my best
among my physical and mental ailments that are taking their toll
and they shout that it’s not my fault
so why do I even have to be in this place?
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