YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE

If bitterness deserves banishment

Then
I see why

I was sentenced to exile.
Now I’m old you hate me,

Laugh at my pen,
Rejection’s your new standard,

Plumed with wile.

Bled like a sacrifice

Left to drain dry,

Betrayed,

Stabbed too many times to tally,
I know hands

That wielded blades,

So sly,

Then picked me up,

Falsely bid me rally.

I still see smiles

That spoke the lies of gain,

Invented and cemented my poverty,

Prospered from my creativity’s pain,

Signed their name for mine,

Won my lottery.