My breathing is sharp against the cool glass of the window
What a waste of air
A fog cloud appears and I rub it off
I could of used my air for so much more
I arrive home and run to my room
I won't waste anymore air
I grab the gun from under my pillow
Stolen from daddy's night drawer
I hear the trigger set
Goodbye mommy and daddy
I won't waste your time anymore
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A Poem for the Judged
Poetrya collection of poems about the feelings of people in our society who are judged.
