What am I supposed to do

                              When this is all I’ve known for so long?

                                    This is where I came as I was,

                                 Knowing I could cry on the floor,

                                                 if necessary.

                             And now you, with your judgmental eyes

                                       and back turned from me,

                                          has caused me to leave.

                             Because why go somewhere you aren’t welcome?

                                          Where are the gentle arms

                                    I fell into when I was broken to pieces?

                                      You have turned them away as well.

                                                 Soon I’ll be gone

                                       and I wonder if you’ll miss me 

                                 because you don’t seem to know what you’re doing.