Today

Today I am my saddest cos yesterday I was my loudest

Today I am my hardest cos yesterday I was my weakest

I spoke too soon

I spoke too much

I let a bit of me out a little too much

 

I let go when I should have held on

I fell down when I should have been strong

 

Today I am quiet

Today I am silenced

A deeper grief of my missed  intuition

my story

When everyone tells their story they are the victim.
They are the ones hurt and lost , innocent babies in a cesspool
The never give the detail of how it came to be
How they were once clean
How they fell from the heavens as someone else dragged them to hell

When everyone tells their story they are right
It was him who lied to her; it was her who deceived him
Running in a circular motion of excuses and reaching no conclusions
She was taken for a fool
He was willing to be her fool
They both played house till the cards came tumbling down

When everyone tells their story they are sure
Seers and mind readers, telepathic connections strengthened by disagreement
Evidence is lacking yet the judge has already given the ruling
Guilty is the predicament
Now hear the sentencing

When everyone tells their story they are the hero
The one who saw it coming and conjured the solution
Single-handedly they strategized, skillfully they executed
While the rest watched on in utter confusion
The tree you see is the seed they planted.

so don’t be mad when you are the villain

it is my story to tell

i am the victim

i am right

i am sure

i am the hero .