I bitched my friend out.
He got into my face
Hit me with his notebook of sorrows.
I told him my mind.
I gave him
What all of his decisions lead to.
He deserved it...
but why do I feel so guilty?
He is a junior in high school,
I am only but a freshman,
And yet,
I hold such power,
his fear
This cannot be understood
He found that I am not scared to speak.
But yet,
I feel like such an ass.
Why am I like this?
Others I know wouldn't give the situation another thought.
So why am i?
Truth is,
I have no clue.
I'm sorry Jordan