Wearing the Truth of Pain
Blame pursued me into ebony corners
where I huddled alone, unforgiving and unloved.
Rattled in my own guilt.
I stayed there for a long time
and nobody thought to try and look for me.
No one noticed I wasn't there until I came back,
and only then they said "oh, there you are,"
as if that was supposed to be enough.
It never was.
But I also learned that longing for revenge
only makes you grow older.
You only get to go home once the tour is over.
