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Feb 2018
The Things you did to me,
The way you made me feel,
Burned in wounds,
I thought they'd never heal.
It keeps me awake at night,
I keep thinking... "why?"
All the pain,
Kept me in chains.
You took things I never had,
Things I wanted so bad.
I thought I could escape it... but I couldn't.
I'ts hard to forgive,
It's hard to move on.
You made your choice,
The lines were drawn.
You put me down,
Left me to drown.
Yet I stand strong,
Keep moving on.
And there I see your lonely face in the corner of the fast food shop,
twelve years later on my way home from my job.
You don't know me,
But I didn't forget,
Your face red dripping with sweat.
This life you chose,
The opportunities you closed.
Made fun of me at a young age,
Your words closing in like a cage.
But I didn't fall,
I didn't let you stab me with words in the heart.
And now I'm here and you're over their.
I didn't ask for this... I swear.
But you made me strong,
and now i feel I belong.
You though you won,
And that you had all the fun.
But look where I am.
My life is clear of traffic jams.
I feel happy and free,
while your floating away in a dark sea.
I'm almost happy you did this,
But it's something I won't miss.
So thank you for your hate,
And the way you treated me,
Because now I'm happy and finally feel free.
This is my first poem. Im new here and have a lot of room for improvement. Feel free to let me know if you have any suggestions to help me out. Thanks!
Sophia Crocker
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