written 29 March 2024
i feel nothing and everything all at once,
pain like stained glass shattering, colliding with the floor,
hollow like a marionette, and the one pulling my cords
abhors me for what they've forced me to do,
dancing in a minefield but they handed me tap shoes,
not a signal, not a sign to see
what i did to make them blow up on me.
it's like the world i knew has turned a different hue,
and this one is green like rotten meat,
green like the colour i turned when i heard
what you truly thought about me.
i thought i was pink. you said i was red.
my memories are fraught with everything i ever said
and the kaleidoscope through which you see
the same traits others like about me.
what did i do wrong?
what did i do wrong?
what did i do wrong?
what did i do wrong?
what did i do wrong?
where do we go from here?