Staring & Glaring

I find myself
Sitting in class
Staring at the board...
And glaring at the past.
When I think
Of the wrongs you said
Of the wrongs you did
I find myself staring at her..
And glaring at you.
When I find my self staring..
When I find my self glaring..
I realize...
your nothing.
You were nothing.
You were a minor bump in that road
That I keep glaring at...
I know this.
But in the end
When I'm sitting in class
Staring at the board
I am still glaring at the past.