Poetry

Not Coping Well At All

Don’t look at me
Don’t talk to me
I don’t trust you
What reason do I have to?

You came around but
then you let me drown
only offering your hand
when I had already reached the shore

Don’t open your clear eyes
Keep ’em closed,
fixed upon the trail ahead of you
I’ll forge my own path
You shouldn’t even have spoke

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