It pays to be observant.

Rest assured, you deserve it.

Thinking no one hears you

talking ‘bout me like you do.

You may as well be screaming from the rooftops.

You wouldn’t shut up, even if you could stop.

Time and time again, I catch you in the act.

I say next to nothing, and you know that’s a fact.

 Now that I’m writing, you’re scared and confused.

Hoping I stay quiet, but I’m sorry, you’re the muse.

Why am I even taking time to apologize?

I’m writing a true story, wouldn’t waste my time on lies.

Maybe you should’ve been a better person.

But, who am I to even give you a warning?

Sorry not sorry for reflecting on my past. 

The tables have now turned, feeling free at last.