Poem 3: The price I pay.
As I walk away I realize
The mistake I had made,
Letting you go,
You were my everything,
The one I turned to so very often
As I am the one who needs
To be heared,
WHY! WHY MUST YOU TREAT
ME THIS WAY!
You know what I mean when
I say “I’m Sorry”
But I have done the unforgivable
By letting you in.
How can you laugh or even
Think of smiling when I am but a
Person, a person who loved you to an
Extent, I would not, could not
Be who you want me to be
And so I must say, Hell
Will be the price I pay.
H.B Choat (Sep. 26th, 12)
