My sisters

Democracy? An equal say?
Oh, my sisters
You do make me laugh
So was I always going to leave?
OK, that’s alright
But you lied to me
You heard what was said, but you still lied

Thank you
For talking about me behind my back
Thank you
For making feel so small
Thank you
For cutting me like a knife
For the wounds I gave myself
As if you were looking over my shoulder
While I hacked my guilty flesh

Was I the first misfortune?
The first incident?
The first mishap to occur
In your select little society?
Did I outstay my welcome so soon?
But you were so polite to me
Those messages you left
Forbidding my re-entry
Condemning me like a criminal
I’m so sorry
I ever made a mistake
And did all I could to make things right
By the lies you told me
Admitted responsibility
Swallowed my pride
I’m so sorry
For other people’s thoughts and feelings
Sorry anyone ever said a bad word about you

So, why me?
Was I the weakest of the pack?
The individual one?
Am I too honest?
Not two-faced enough?
Or perhaps I’m overreacting
Or perhaps you have been all along
What if it had been anyone else?
Like I said, I’m sure I’m not the first mishap
What about your dear, sweet Bitch-Beloved?
Oh no
You’d have done nothing to her
Sure it would simply be her mistake
Instead of my built up desire
To hurt all those who I love dearly
Who I have listened to
Comforted
Supported in the past
So clearly, it was my intention
To cause you pain
To cause drama
To betray your trust
Thank Christ for your Bitch-Beloved
Fair and wise leader
To handle this situation to sensitively
Such kind messages you left me
I felt so loved
Have I ever just gone and left you
You so kind and loving
Who let me down so easily
Thank you
Thank you so much
For the bed of nails you put me to rest in
Thank you for watching over me
In my fitful sleep
Cold and naked
Fitting on a bed of nails

And I’m so sorry
I ever made a single mistake
And did all I could to make it right
I’m so sorry I’m not good enough
My sisters
My friends