Primed

Bothered by falsehoods
that never were true,
tripped up by people
that hardly knew you,
smouldering self-aim,
I cannot rest,
Do you think I’m ok?
Do you think I’m the best?

A path leads to town,
when I walk it I’m cloaked,
can’t shake it off,
then the rain falls
I’m soaked.
Who walks behind me?
and what do you say?
You're ready,
your dagger,
to slice through my day.
The cobwebs, the dust,
the old time or brand new
blow out of my mind,
I know none of it’s true