Has everyone felt what she felt?
Betrayal,
dragging me behind her
with a noose of
guilt.

Has everyone felt what I feel?
has everyone made a mistake?
the dirt under my nails
laughs at me
"no" it says
"you are imperfect,
evil,
different.
Look and see
your blind eyes,
crying brilliant tears.
Your dumb mouth,
kissing fire,
because it makes you happy."

I know it's right,
the dirt under my fingernails,
and i rarely listen.