Please try to change your perspective
And be respective
Because I’m protective
Maybe use your retrospective to try
and comprehend these electives
things that I’m going through
This time it’s hard
My mind is still charred
I’m scarred and barred, life gave me
the wrong card.
But these are the only cards I got
The dealer didn’t make a mistake
Maybe he thought
I ought to play with these hardships
So he brought, and shot.
And I caught what life was throwing at me
I need to untie this knot myself
It’s getting hot, I’m losing my train of thought!
It’s burning my feet
Please, before I cease
Just let me have
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.