The Thousand Year Regret

A night of weeping, a night of dealing,

A mood changed in a single sentence.

Was she taken for granted, or was she treasured?

The silent sobbing of a girl under the moonlight,

Doing her best to hide it from her pack…

But were they really her pack?

Forcing her on her knees with averted eyes and laughter,

Throwing her away for someone shinier and newer.

Abandoning her while the other is favoured,

Cooing over them while she lay deserted on the floor.

Forgotten or fated to be ignored?

Teasing became one word replies,

He slowly retreated but didn’t watch his back.

Behind him a monster rose,

Pushed to the edge by a loved one’s words.

She used to be second, now she was last.

A monster or another willing servant?

Didn’t matter, ‘cause a monster they would get.

She rose, barriers shattering, anger against logic.

They would understand regret once she was done.

Done burning bridges, done being a stepping stone,

Done having her heart being trampled.

Gone was the people-pleasing innocent girl,

In her place a ruthless vixen born of nightmares.

How dare they treat her like a side character?

She was and always would be hero, if not villain.

And with a howl so high only dogs could hear,

She set off alone on her stolen high horse.

A whisper, a handmade sign later,

A protest had started, tearing the city apart.

A thousand years later, she would awake again,

Survey the damage, masterpiece she’d made.

And she’d bawl her eyes out, regret her past.

Pave the road of shame for those who came after.

Step into the cemetery, gaze at the graves,

At those she loved and once loved her,

Gone—no longer knowing who she’d become.

Those who loved her but treated her like a fly,

Backstabbers and liars torn apart by troops.

Those she’d once known, who’d pushed her past the edge,

Changing her into someone unrecognisable.

All because of a bad day, a single sentence said,

Pushed her down, changed her heart, caused the many deaths.

But today was today, not a thousand years later.

And for now she’d enjoy burning the bridges,

As ‘live in the moment’ finally made sense.