I rolled my eyes and sighed "okay"
I was sorry immediately,
but burned out lately
I packed my things into my bag
Knowing my behavior was bad
I didn't know her and it wasn't her fault
I didn't change, even my bad conscience called
I gave her the feeling
I'd stand above her
I am so sorry
all I could see was a blur
She said "its eleven thirty"
And I wanted to say "you're worthy"
But she avoided eye contact
Talking to me, I would have too, that's a fact
So she took the money
And I said nothing
She gave me the change
But that wasn't the change I needed
I smiled and she did, too
I knew it was cause she was paid for that
In the real world she would have gone away
And except "sorry", theres nothing I can say
YOU ARE READING
A kind of mind
PoetryI work as a trauma consultant. This means I'm trying to help people who are traumatized because of various reasons. This book is full of poetry which I wrote after long days of work to ease my mind.
