I should apologize?
I think you're the one who should.
Though you're such a stuck up brat, I know you never would.
Maybe you'd say your sorry once I told you how I cried when I got home?
How my little brother saw me sobbing, and I couldn't tell him why when I got home?
You'll never know how awful it was, and that's the part that kills me.
I want you to feel mortified, ashamed, I want to tell your entire family.
You shouldn't be able to sleep at night, thinking about what you've done.
But it wouldn't be over yet, I wouldn't have had my fun.
I'll tell my friends, your friends, all of creation!
I'll never feel alone again, not for my life's duration.
But I know if I told you, you would only scoff.
Make a joke out of it, you *******, you would just laugh it off.
So I haven't told anyone, it's a secret between me and my journal.
For now, I guess, I'll keep the pain internal.
My first poem. It's a bit of an angry one.
