Why does my heart feel so heavy?
Why do I feel so burdened down?
I feel the weight of the world,
dragging me down, crushing me.
I see you across the room,
still doing what you did then.
Gossiping and spreading rumors,
lying and pretending.
It’s so cool to be the one who’s hated,
cool to be the victim, the hurt, the broken.
I’ve settled my wrongs at the altar,
I’ve been absolved of my crimes.
Why then do I feel so burdened by you?