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.
