I feel like an imposter...

Was that really me...really her...

Was it?
She is sickly sweet, as am I.

She knows it's the right way to be...

She spoke in such a callous way.
She spoke in such a hateful way

Nothing was done and the rot set in....

Yet. I am there...loving every moment now...

Finally...things were done.
I am here.

Where I need to be.
Where I should be.

If I lived it all again...I would be dead.