I regret
not holding you
accountable
for your actions.
You got away
with it.
And I got
injustice.
You did me wrong,
And walked away.
I bruised my knees
Trying to craw free.
It should have cost you.
Why am I still paying?
YOU ARE READING
What I Know to be True
PoetryA collection of poems by a person whom is trying to collect her pieces up off the ground.
