The Un-forgotten
Remember that guy
whose bag you kicked and broke?
you teamed up with your millionaires
targeting,
to get your fix.
that poor soul...
Remember,
how your jokes and teases rang?
you and your macho gang
gobbling up every little piece of enjoyment.
what a wretch...
Remember when you rascles
pushed him down the stairs?
you craved more in his silence
you wanted to see him suffer
again, again, again, again...
you liked it when he
didn't
utter a thing
yet, one day he was sick
your friends coward behind you when he unleashed
an insult,
made to hurt people like you!
you were frozen.
do you remember that...
of course you don't
you didn't care then, so,
why now?
but I do,
every single detail.
why?
because that boy was me...
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Thorns of Life
PoetryVOLUME 1 If time could turn back in clocks Maybe then I'd free you from those locks If time travel were possible To the past, for you I would go I would save you from yourself Give you some helpful advice I wish I could do things differently, Maybe...
