No.
I don't regret it anymore.
You're too self-centered to notice it, anyways.
Could I get a little attention?
You sit there.
Ignoring.
Shushing.
Reprimanding me with a harsh tone.
Do you even care?
Well?
Do you?
You don't even notice!
Assume. But you're not correct.
Its not him. Or her.
No animals in this frustration.
Its you.
And you don't notice.
I assume you don't care.
You didn't last time.
Why would you now?
I sit and think if this has a point anymore.
Am I here for your entertainment?
Ignored when not needed.
But, when boredom sets in..
Now I get acknowledged?
In a torturing way.
I'm sorry.
I'll keep everything to myself.
Let myself be ignored.
Let myself be tortured.
I'll pass the time thinking.
Thoughts that I would be scolded for.
I'm sorry.
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interesting... verrryyyy interesting... good job! keep it up!
Crimson -
I figured I would read one no one has commented on yet. This is nice. Similar to how I write sometimes. It's more of a free flow, thought to paper, chunky style with jerk that happens to rhyme on occasion. It's how my mind works so I can connect with it easily. Good Job.
Jesse
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