Everything’s Okay

It worked.

I sit on my kitchen floor, alone.

I said what I needed to, I defended those who needed defending behind their backs.

I did everything right, and

It

Worked.

Everybody's happy.

And I sit on my kitchen floor, alone.

Why do I need to blame myself?

Why do I need to be at fault.

Why can't I just take the win?

Everybody's happy.

It worked.

And I'm at the jury pleading guilty

Who'd have thought the lawyer would confess? She was quite an experienced lawyer. And what on Earth is she confessing to?

Put me in jail, I beg of you. Put me in jail, I'm guilty. Please.

Everybody's happy. Thank God.

And I'm on my kitchen floor,

wondering why.

Maybe I only feel at peace when I'm punished. Hold myself accountable, and I'll be morally okay. But only if I'm held accountable for something.

So let me be your martyr, let me be your villain, but don't you dare make me a hero.

It worked, but it wasn't me.

Let me stay behind the scenes.

But what could I have done, had I interfered before?