Elouise Roux · Jul 5, 2011
Stuck in the middle.

Wanting, waiting, asking.
Expecting what cannot be given.
Youthful and inexperienced.

Yet they do not acknowledge this.
Told blatantly, ignorance is chosen.
Truth is not accepted.

Despite how it is needed.
False security, lies are wanted.
They will not receive it.

Not from me.

 
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