You Wrote It

You wrote it, I lived it.

You took the credit,

I felt the pain.

You forgot I was here

But that’s not the worst part.

I forgot too.

Didn’t remember that I mattered.

Instead, I bought the idea

I was an accessory.

Excessive, tossed and turned out.

About in the world alone when

I thought I had company.

Foolish I know, right?

You wrote it, I lived it,

died by it and refused to

admit the pain.