And that’s what she was, 

Having forced everyone she knew to lock up their lives for her peace of mind, 

Having fed them a story that was mostly false,

Only one part true, a bad part for sure, but never letting them in on the rest, 

The truth of her actions, the truth of her duplicities, her own immorality, 

The truth of her obsession with controlling him, then them, 

Still so self-absorbed, even years later, that it never even occurred to her. 

As if her shitty hidden ego, cigarette-torn voice, and face folding like crepe paper warranted any of it anymore. 

She never let them off the hook, never told them any of it, 

Expecting their compliance forever for her delusions. 

That’s what a shit show she really was. 

But they all deserved to be her lackeys, as they never sought to full story.