Poem That I Can’t Think of A Name For by Amanda Bratsch

everyone
is searching.
yearning
for something more.
everyone
but me. 
now that i have risen, 
now that my story has ended but i live on, 
i wonder if i am just as bad as you.
 if my intentions for kindness were as false as yours. 
if the reason i was nice to you was just because i needed someone to prove that i wasn’t unwanted. 
and the answer 
is yes. 
i am here.
 i am haunted. 
haunted by my own choices, my own mistakes. 
while everybody’s wishing for a Happily Ever After, 
i’m looking for a way out of mine.
 because i don’t like it here, after ‘Ever After’