I was left by them.
They didn't want me. I knew that much.
They never made it a secret, that they didn't want me.
It was the way they would look at me, then at each other.
It was the way they never seemed to hear anything that I was saying.
It was the way I had to fight to get everyone's attention.
It was the way I could see them rolling their eyes or pursing their lips the instant that I spoke.
It was they way they hated me.
I can see that now.
I was left by them.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
Poetry"because you could've You made the choice to leave There is always a choice and you chose honour over me" (Honour)
