You enjoy this don't you
You taunt me
You tease me
You play a game
And yet you tell me its no game
You enjoy this don't you?
Letting me be naive
Laughing because you have
more power than I
You have no idea how it stings
You take me for stupid
Is that what I am?
An idiot?
Inferior?
Because you so much more than I
I don't care if you are older
If you have more power
If you support me
Because right now
All I feel is the sting from your laugh
YOU ARE READING
Unsent Letters
PoetryUnsent Letters. We all have them. They're that one thing that we keep from the world, That one side of us that we never let anyone see, Those few words that we wish we could say These are a collection of poems, written to be letters Just a few more...
