Everything
Everything I do reminds me of you
And my thoughts cannot escape
The dangerous pit
I get through the day
Barely
I see you in the halls
Rarely
You make me cry in my mother’s lap
Stain my father’s shirt with my tears
Worry my friends with my sobs
And my voice shake when I pray
You push me down to the ground
Where I hate it the most
And just when I’m standing straight and tall once again
You shove me down another time
You avoid me at all costs
For months on end
But now here you are
Starting to stare once again
Grow up and talk to me
Grow up and leave me be
Grow up and stop judging
Grow up and do something
Anything
Please
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