Your Pretty Thing

Your Pretty Thing 

I walked behind you, like a fool,

While you paraded, smug and cruel.

You played the king, so proud, so vain—

While I bit back the growing pain.

You dressed me up, your sweet façade,

A prize for you, so cold, so flawed.

You liked me best when I stood still,

A pretty thing to bend your will.

I felt their eyes, the scorn they threw,

I wore your shame, but not for you.

I swallowed hurt, I bit my tongue—

But no more silence, I’m undone.

You thought you had me, locked in place,

A hollow smile, a hollow grace.

But now I see the truth you hide—

A fragile mask that can't abide.

I gave you everything, laid it bare,

But you took it all, didn't even care.

Now watch me rise, watch me burn—

I’m done with you, I won’t return.

–Rachel Dcruz