My irrelevant heart
Exhaustion sets in
My walls crumble
I’m bursting with sin
Bound to stumble
I can’t stay upright
My knees, locked tight
A royal mess
To my peer’s delight
I plead for a truce
No need to seduce
I’ve given my all
My greatest produce
Manipulative brains
Need not ever strain
To highlight disgrace
And claim you, insane
A sitting duck
What the f***
Given my all
Yet, I’ve been plucked
I’ve been traded
Clearly jaded
Shut down, discarded
My truths sedated
My Irrelevant heart
Has me confused
Just as I start
It’s clear, I’ve been used
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