I think about leaving sometimes, 'leaving what?' Petah asked thoughtfully. 'Leaving here..going somewhere were nobody knows my name- all so I can make up a new identity for the world! I want to change, I really do, and I have but Petah has not. 'why can't you change?' I beg and plead for petah to do what I wish, but in the end he tells me something that changed my perception of him.." why would I change, when your own father couldn't for you?" Strange girl yer are, strange oh yes— big dumb brown eyes, and chocolate soaked hair, plump lips that held a quiver since the silver of time..A slim yet sickly figure-that ain't do yer well. Change is impactful oh yes, but for change to happen to you, it starts at the expense of someone else.
I don’t know if this qualifies as “poetry” I write, but I have nowhere to share it but here.