the freak twin

i told you too many times: this is not me.

it wasn't me who wrote those things
pleading like her life depended on an echo.

it wasn't me who lost sleep for days
blending night and day into greys.

it wasn't me who bought her pride from someone else
and sold it to you as if it was on an end-of-lease sale.

it wasn't me who asked you to perform feats of strength
jump into three rings of fire
dust your hand for the next set of trapeze tricks
while you were swinging like a lullaby
it wasn't me who asked you to let go
so you can fall into my clown pool.