It's All In My Mind

Ants

As I close the door one more time, 

the same tear drops went across my face for the millionth time

I pushed, I shoved,

I did not fully understand. 

It was not out of fear,

it was out of misunderstanding.

The ants were my demise and I pray, my upbringing. 

Hearing the story again but with different sides.

Perspectives that seem new,

But oddly I felt as if I already knew,

Were these thoughts suppressed as I disregarded their feelings while acting out of frustration?

Looking dumb and demoralized,

Stone-faced but still I empathize,

Looking at myself with disappointment was the look I had for years

But in a more saddened state,

It was slightly different this time.

But there is still hope,

As the last ant in my room survives.