Dear listeners

You know those days.

There are so many ways.

Is it only a daze?

Am I able to forgive?

I build my fortress.

Maybe I’m destructive,

I’m too illustrative

Why did he do this?

I can feel myself slipping

I wish I had a script

To follow lines that are predicted

I’m an actress

Is this madness?

Or sadness?

Or virus?

Why did he do this?

Left on my skin

You make me cringe

Is this a challenge?

I don’t know if I can change

I can’t even look at you

I work on my impromptu

I don’t think I can be rescued

I have too much residue

You listened, Thank you