I just want to shut down.
I want to sink into despair.
Kittens,
Chocolate,
What are these compared
To the sorrow coursing in my veins?
(And I know they matter.
In my arms
They dispel darkness.
But the battlefield that is
My mind cannot be won
So easily.)
For he doesn't care.
Or doesn't seem to.
And it drives me crazy.
Because for three years,
I've given him my hair,
My feet,
My voice,
My loyalty.
And now,
As I stand on the cusp
Of graduation
He asks for more from me
But not by name.
I am passed over.
But unlike for the Israelites,
This passover kills me.
But to hell with it.
I don't even care for his subject anymore.
He's no leader
And half a teacher.
I'm learning from his mistakes
Not his example.
I'll come back swinging.
And I pray to God
To stand before him
With my work defeating his
And tell him he gave me dance.
But only the Lord will know
He took away song.
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