So what could I say?
What should I do?
The things I wanted
Didn’t come from you.
So I stay and sit
and wait for the day
that you turn around
and begin to pay
the dept that you owe,
the times that you took
away from me
with no second look,
With no second thought
and delayed reactions
to what you have done
and with all the infractions
the decimals and lines,
the things and nots,
the reasons and beliefs
that have settled from your thoughts.
With the drama,
and the lies you told,
the settled corruptions,
and the fabrications you built from mold.
The cure you released
after the disease was bedding
the truth I gained
when I realized it’s still spreading.
AJ, high school student
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