I left it on the coffee table; unstained
And it's too hot but,
You never liked your tea cold.
It was not my fault per se
Instead, it was your own
Because you are the shell inside my skin
And the teeth that gnash against my gums
Causing me to spit out stories
I never knew hid in my corneas.
You brought this on yourself
Not on me for all I can do
Is react, listen, and obey.
You must realize by now
That no one is here to save you
You lost your chance years ago
When I was told to break those glass slippers
So the tracks wouldn't lead to you.
This not my fault
stop saying it is
You are the one who leads me
Pushes me
Kills me...
At night when it is too dark to see
You hold a blade of words to your head
And cry because you knew along
That the monster wasn't me
About the Creator
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