I heard all the things you said and the truth you forgot to mention to your friends

I know the truth has never been what you learned to speak, but I thought you wanted my silence, since you always asked for it.

I thought you wanted happiness, that’s why I served it to you, A five course meal with all the freedom you requested.

Is not enough, is it? You are used to taking from me and it has never been enough for you, no matter how fulfilling it was now here you are, with my name in your mouth and theories you have gathered that makes you the victim and I support you, if it makes you feel better, preach about me, have sermons and spread the word, I hope one day you will believe it enough to set me free.

I never mention how self-centered you are, never have I ever said anything about….

Let me stop there, I am bigger than that.

I admit I was young and naïve, didn’t see my worth, that’s why I begged and cried

I admit all the women in me are crazy and being a cusp is not easy, a little psycho

I admit I didn’t know a thing, blinded in sight, I couldn’t see the biggest details

And I hated myself for it, I hated how stupid I became

But never have I hated what I felt, unlike you it was real, from a good place and that’s why I kept my peace, I kept the details to everything to myself, every fight, every incident that broke my heart, I dealt with it and never dragged your name, never, not even to my dermatologist.

I knew you were a lot of things, I never imagined a gossip column journalist

But I am not surprised, hiding things was your specialty, a talent, a gift

I don’t blame you, its easier putting the blame on everyone else to avoid the shame

Only the strong will take it, only the wise, its not for everyone, this “owning up” game is for men.

Be happy, happy enough to forget my name, I did the same

Know , every story has two sides and I will never tell mine, I wont shine in your shine

I am giving you the limelight, let the sympathy you get from my name make you feel good.

God knows you need it more than I do.

may your gossip column sell