Why?
Why did you do this to me?
Why?
No one expected you to be the assassin,
you wore a smile full of innocence
no one saw that malice lying beneath.
Now the pieces are falling into place and I realize who you truly are.
You're jealous.
Of me, of the rest of us.
You're jealous because you can't be us.
Instead of being a friend and just accepting that you can't change it,
you became an assassin.
To cut us down, to cut me down.
I don't know what you have done to the others,
but I can see you sneaking around.
You say off hand comments which really hurt.
Slowly dragging the knife down my skin,
it took me by surprise at what vicious comment you said.
But you retreated back into your innocent mask,
as the blood weld to the surface from your cut.
Then you attack,
you know what bother me the most and you do it.
In public,
with eyes all around.
You cut and slash as I try to stop the blood,
instead of you.
You distract with your damage,
drawing my attention away from you.
I tell you to stop,
but you don't listen.
You hurt me because you can't be me,
and I'm sorry about that.
But you're hurting me,
your friend.
Or are you that any more?
I thought your clingingness was nothing,
but you were leading me down into a trap.
I turned a blind eye to your out of the blue comments,
but all those were red flags.
No one can stop you,
because we pity you.
Not anymore.
I see the assassin.
So please, stop.
I'm sorry that I have something that you can't have,
and if you continue - I will stop you.
It's sad to see the naive little girl,
not be who she seems.
But a jealous infused monster.
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Shadows Into Light
PoetryA collection of my poems which are a mix between sad and depressing to hopeful and bright, but all speak the truth. A poetry collection since 2015. ------ ✯ = featured on a poetry podcast, link available on poem