I didn't utter one word,
Yet already your begging me to leave.
It's like please is the key word
To act as if a person is nothing,
But unwanted air.
You might miss me when I'm gone
But I won't miss the treatment
No
And you won't miss my antics
Yes
And now I've realized the world is full of
Maybes,
Overlooked death,
And jaded souls.
