December 5, 2007
By Brandon Turner, Littleton, CO

Yah you!
The one glaring at me,
Walking and talking
As if you care about me.
Rolling every insulting coment off of my back,
Threatening as if you will give me the boot.
Not even taking a second look or thought,
As I leave with my pack

Yah you!
With that overbaring athority
And that roar in your voice,
Acting as if me being where I am
In this situation was all my own choice.
And I wonder if you know I have an opinion,
As I robotically take the verbal abuse.
When I try to open my mouth,
Bottle up,
Bottle out,
Throuw it away,
Believe me the last thing I want is to stay.

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