All my life, you called me Angel
I was the one you said was loved
I was the one you claimed stole your sunshine
Dooming you to the shadows
But when was I ever an Angel?
I did my share of rocking the boat
I had my fill of provoking anger in others
But still you called me Angel
The good one
Why do I have to be your Angel?
So that your lack of success can be brushed off
"Oh, look what Angel did"
To take scrutinizing eyes off yourself?
The praise I received--I earned--from others
Was my victory
And the fuel for your fires of torment
Taunting me
Trying to convince me that I'd earned nothing
But that it had all been handed to me
Because I was the Angel
And therefore obliged to such riches
I never wanted to be your Angel
Or their Angel
But Angel is what you cursed me to be
It is stunning that in my rebellion I was not more wild
To prove to you how unlike an Angel I really was
I am who I am
You will call me what you will
I have peace
Do you resent that
And so call me Angel, that cursed name
To bring turmoil into my life?
I give you my halo
The one thing I never earned
Or asked for
Or desired
It is yours, since you want it so badly
Careful
See the burden "Angel" is to bear
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