I Am The Jury

Not only does this feel like an intentional oversight,
But the feeling of unimportance sinks into my skin.
After all the roads I've had to take,
In order to gain this minimal healing,
I thought that my efforts would be rewarded,
Rather than ignored.
Your pedestal is cracking,
Your high horse is dying,
And your innocence is in question.
These actions force me to evaluate your words,
To see where the lies were hidden,
And as for what will happen next,
The jury's still out on that one. . .