Shame

Hey, do you remember my name? 

When you were younger we played the love game. 

Now you just call me "that crazy dame"

And I'm sure you've assumed that I'm very ashamed. 

Let me tell you squarely that what you see is what you get. 

Do you see me shedding tears? Or all day sleeping in bed? 

Well, I am a little hurt; my actions can't be condoned

And you may write me off as someone who can't be easily pardoned. 

However, I'll make it clear that the memories they lurk

But there's nothing that can't be healed by an ignoramus' mirth. 

I hope my mistakes are forgiven and brushed beneath the carpet;

I hope to be known for achievements now not for how I toxicity did abet. 

I hope you see a better, rosier, happier version of me -- 

One who only loves and stands up for the poor and beastly.