Your hero is my villain,

It’s nothing personal;

Wish you could see people can be

Different things to other


I didn’t mean to make you cry,

But you don’t seem to care about all

The tears I shed

Or the reasons why;

You only seem to care about the appearances

Of things or how people will judge

The things that tore apart my heart—

And your choice of words,

“did that really happen?”

When you asked about my miscarriage

Really wounded me inside,


My life hasn’t been all rainbows and unicorns

Sometimes it’s been devils and hells.