It brought it all back
tenfold.
What did I do
for two and a half years
if I didn't believe
what I said.
That shit is
wrong, Wrong, WRONG!
Mind dead as I read the paper.
Only parts reached
through eyes becoming
blank behind bile.
Something I didn't know
until...
That point in time
yesterday.
For those kids
I didn't move a muscle.
Without me
they'd have not
this poet.
I know how it feels
now to erase time.
Restraint during my few times
of pure anger is very hard
to control.
For them I did.
It makes no sense
for me to do time
for somebody else's
twenty year old crime.
But...
I don't have to know
this somebody
any longer.
Author notes
I'm no damn angel. But I know what is definitly wrong.
Kids! Don't let any friggin adult mess with you. Find help through your schools, church anywhere you feel safe. Ps. Sorry for the bad grammer/slang. I'm a bit wound up at the moment.
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