I'm the one that left but you're the one who lost me-
Taking advantage of what you had, seeing me as an idea rather than my own person,
Your purpose for me was expectations of who I could never be,
I just wanted support not hurt, gain without pain,
The same opportunity and equality as everyone else,
But you never understood what you were holding when you did,
A foreign object there for your run,
But I was more than something to hold, and I turned rather bold,
And your image was getting bored,
I was tired of being floored-
not heard,
So I left into a different world,
where my voice
wasn't mold.
YOU ARE READING
Rootless
PoetryRootless: Having no basis of stability; Unsteady. To you: The vagabonds, the lost souls, and those empty promises. If you feel like you don't belong, that you're lost, lack stability, and/or feel that what you're living now isn't what your life is s...