Oh what things I wish I could have said;
That I would taste rolling on my tongue;
The sweet and sugary words of not so cliche;
And the sour spite of not feeling wrong.
Was always was the one being easy to provoke;
Was always was the one being easy to misguide;
Being caught up in someone else’s joke;
Slowly eating away the remnants of my pride.
You saw me tucking away in a corner;
With salty tears stinging my flushed skin;
That girl looking at me with no disorder;
Only laughing at her heart’s content.
Though I called out for your help;
You never believed a word I said;
Only thinking that I needed self-help;
Making the wound bigger as it bled.
A good teacher you call yourself;
Sorry to rain on your little parade;
But you aren’t close on proving oneself;
You can’t even help guide a needed student to aide.
I wish I could’ve said this to you sooner;
You left me with anger and great disdain;
I could only protect myself with no pruner;
To cut away the excruciating pain.
Now in a different school;
With new different teachers to face;
They actually listened to my past fools;
Now there are no more troubles to trace.
You could’ve done that for me;
Relinquish the years of fighting all alone;
Now you’re just a piece of my memory;
That I left behind while I continue to grow.