I do not have tales to tell.
Not of justice and light, that is.
Tales of the darkest pits of the soul:
I have the monopoly.
So little of my life has been a fairytale.
So few times have the wrongs against me been righted.
So many expect my heart to be an evening stroll–
They don’t know the hurricane it is.
My only lessons are of heartbreak,
disappointment, and struggle.
No retribution on the unfair.
No voice for my pain to stand on.
I feel like a broken record,
repeating the same lessons
every time I’m reset.
I don’t want to.
Were my tears worth your entertainment?
In my head, a beast is strung up,
restless and desperate to be released,
to lash out and strangle you,
watch the color leave your face,
finally see regret reach your eyes,
but it wouldn’t. So I won’t.
Besides, justice will be served someday,
Just like in the tales…
