They left it ajar
I left with a scar
In my mind what I saw that day.
Scary, inherently
Still, incoherently
Things I wish I'd rather not say.
They knew that I saw
And they wished that I didn't
I shouldn't have seen it that day.
Thoughts of I, discharged
Yet I, unarmed
Was a margin small and unlet be
How was I to live?
Shriveled, unacquitted
For little me, in my head, was at large.
How could this be?
In a fret, said not yet,
As I pulled myself back together.
The crack will still haunt me.
The sounds of the shriek
From the wrong end of a something Aunt Carol.
