Two questions I can't quite shake--
They alternate:
Have I made a big mistake,
Or, am I the one who's mistaken?
What I'd taken was rightfully mine.
At least according to scenes I'd seen play out,
at dinner time,
on car rides,
when the phone line was tied up far too late in the night.
They played like card games in a crowded casino.
Like a broken record,
as they'd say I sounded
when I spoke
my mind.
So I learned to stay quiet.
To stay.
Then I found my own scenes to play
and play.
The back and forth,
mind-numbing pain
and sweet love.
Softness in the refrain.
Back again for more of the same.
I'd say it was wrong,
demand change,
desperately claim strength.
But those scenes I'd seen play out
were mine.
They were mine.
Again and again,
I stepped up,
handed in my line-up for the game.
Choices I made...
Did I make a mistake?
Or, am I the one who's mistaken?
-Jayme
