How’s Life?

it’s thinking
that wherever I go
a million eyes
follow.
watching me,
teasing me,
undressing me,
breathing me into their throats
just to push me back out
again.

it’s having to watch my back,
turn my head,
predict your steps
so the pictures
come out blurry
and your hand
doesn’t reach down
into your pocket.

it’s living
with the knowledge
that the crew
decided you
were the one to pity
because I was the devil
pulling the strings,
guiding your hand,
corrupting your mind.

it’s not being able
to get rid
of the little birdie
spreading your lies,
your fabrications,
your deceit
everywhere
she tweets.

it’s not being able
to trust
any man
who swears
by good intentions
because I know
men lie
just to push
their way
past any
common sense.

it’s having to let go,
move on,
forgive,
forget,
and just by writing this
I prove
myself wrong.

thanks for asking.