I had a teacher who made me mentally distressed.

I was a mess. I had to leave.

Leaving is something hard to do.

For her it was not, as for my father’s house it was.

I packed up my things and left. He asked if I was sure.

I said “ I won’t come back anymore”

It’s been a year. 12 months. 365 days I haven’t seen my sister.

But that happens when she comes from another mister.

On top of that we had a presidential election.

It sparked a divide in our country.

Our country is not black or white, not conservative or liberal.

Our country is a country of people.

It’s good vs evil.

This year was some good and some evil.

I was some good and some evil.

I was good when I held my head high and said bye.

Bye to a cruel step-mom and teacher.

Instead of bringing her students up she brought them down.

Down my father looks upon me, for I am not his perfect child.

I know he wanted a son.

However there is one father who loves me from up above.

No matter what I bad I do I can still feel his love.

My good teacher, mentor, friend, left me.

Took another job, another school.

I told her I was through

I locked my heart away for months.

Eventually I faced the music.

It was not an easy thing to face when it came to my step-mom.

I lost my mind.

If only I could reverse the time.

I could see my sister, my friend.

I should’ve been better.

This year I will be better.

I something bad tries to get the upper hand.

I will take a stand.