The question “why” can suck you in, down and down.
Of course, the positive options don’t strike
You until the saddest ones drag you around
Through the darkest alleys of your mind like
A witch to the stake, a traitor to the noose,
To be your own hangman. Because you know
Your secrets—he must’ve seen them, guessed the truth,
That you are jealous, vengeful, petty, slow.
Your own dreams didn’t come true because of you.
You are unhappy because you are ugly,
Because you’re pushy, because you didn’t view
Him in the right light, because not only
You are wrong, but your dreams are wrong also.
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