I am a convicted murderer.
Living in the prison
Of my mind.
I'm Sentenced to life.
I'm Incarcerated in
my own murder weapon.
You see I simply killed
Well
Me.
Or The person I used to be.
Her favorite activities,
Best friends,
Easy days,
Simple sadness,
And happiness.
I took it away.
I did the deed slowly,
I kept myself unknowing,
And tried to keep a show going,
Practicing a new forte everyday.
Monday: good grades,
Tuesday: happy face,
Wednesday: slept great,
Thursday: super day
Friday: well played.
But behind the curtain,
I try to pray.
And find the good days.
When I didn't need to wear a different face everyday,
Because I wasn't putting on a play.
I was waiting for a new day,
Because I thought I could create,
A future in which I never needed to act a certain way
Just to get through the day,
Or make people believe I was okay.