your truth.

You put me in this Scarlet dress

                and shriek: cheat, liar

ripping the fabric away

                calling me a thief

                                     an alien

                                     a child

I am a deceiver

I promise the wind

                using: assumption, insinuation, and appearance

bright colours in my silhouette

My critics interpret what they see and feel wise, and included

We know her: she laughs, she smiles, cries, and prays

We know her: she stares, she’s quiet

 and knows the shadows

They put me in a box, with two sides

and slots for hard metal

To my demons I am honest

I answer their questions

                using broken pieces glass and gold

whatever’s left

but you put the pieces here

for my collage

so I must answer with your words:

I am (only) innocence.