Disguised my hurt,
placed yours on a pedestal.
chained to my past,
relieved from yours – claimed survival
never meant to be this humble
broken tongue, glass body, wooden gun
bulk in my eye, no splinter in yours
did all the work but you’re called to the floor.
Poison drooling from your mouth ,
left me in awe
Knew my wounds,
still hammering on each flaw
claws penetrated my mind
chewed on raw.
Past passed right by me
waved and smirked slowly
your goal was for me to be hanging
no beginning to this fairytale ending