I wasn't a saint:

I toed the law –

Jumping across that line

From time to time.

I broke hearts

And caused tears;

I bruised and scratched,

Taking out on you, my own fears.

I was a mess in a dress,

With tops too low

And skirts too high.

I teased and taunted

While they gossiped cruel

Behind my back –

Snorting and laughing

And belittling me

(some of it, admittedly, was deserving)

But I was a lesser being,

While a few loved me,

Most of them despised,

And I think it's fair,

They aren't saying anything new,

It's already there,

Buried inside my head.

©The Last Letter