She Was My Heroine

I forbid you to cry
I forbid you to love
I forbid you dreams.

I forbid you to talk
I forbid you to look
You're lesser than me.

I PUSH YOU OFF THE SIDEWALK
YOU'RE MESSING WITH MY PLANS
NOTHING IS GOING ON
EVERYTHING IS THE SAME
HE JUST LOOKED AT ME.

You are so young
You are not pretty
You are second class.

You risk so much
You dream too much
Look at my pass.

YOU ARE SO STUPID
WHERE DO YOU GET THESE THINGS
EVERYBODY IS DOING IT
NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT
HE JUST WAVED TO ME.

He wants all this
He is okay
You are crazy!

He is so happy
He is loved
You need a doctor!

HE IS EXPERIENCED ENOUGH
STOP WORRYING ABOUT HIM
HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING
NOTHING HAPPENED TO HIM
AND HE JUST ATE WITH ME.

...

She was my heroine,
Now she is far from that
And he's far from everything.

She was my star
Now she just collects stars
And he's no longer in that sky.

- March 17th 2015 and June 19th 2016.


This was hard to write. For one, most of the lines in this poem, including the "yelled" ones are true. The speaker and the person she criticises throughout observe the same person throughout. Who is actually mad here?

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