I feel the wind seep onto my cheeks, I can't understand what it is telling me

I feel it's brash abrazen currents, as they unmask my myriad of sin.

 

It all came too suddenly, now like an exfoliated cliff edge or the dagger of a sword,

I am sharper than ever, they believe I am here to fill their void

They avoid taking responsibility, their naivety is killing and twisted, I laugh in jest 

At best their quake, as they believe I am receding. 
 

I have been in pain, too frequent a time 

I cannot put up this sour mimic

It is intrinsic, pain, as it's supposed to be

I cannot reverse their words, as much as I try

Nor can I find the way back to the craftsman of destiny. I cannot undo this nightmare alone 

It is miraculously not my fault 

I hold the pages taut, and read on and on 

But I am not the author, I am somebody's daughter.

 

So why is it my responsibility to fix their pain?

A therapist, a friend? Is that what they yearn?

It has been imposed upon me, like a child I did not want 

They dragged others in, and all of a sudden it was their nightmare at last 

The mast has been lowered and the ship has met the dock, like clockwork I ensured their quiet destruction 

They killed the dream, but I smiled again

After all, all is swell in all that is dead and you just made your sorry beds.