the shattered glass of a windshield
reminds me of what I said
"i'd get my license just to run him over."
the motive
pain
the joke
the phrase
yet
it sticks with me.
is it vigilante justice,
when you're fighting someone
who will never get what they deserve
in a court of law?
now
i'm older
i drive
but i no longer feel the desire
to hurt and control others
luckily
i am not him.
-r.w.
YOU ARE READING
raw
Puisia collection of honest, soul-bearing poetry. these are the parts of high school no one speaks openly about, and they represent the struggles of many students, including myself.
