I had no right to ask your time
Was what was said to me
But I remember giving of mine
Simply because it was free
You made me feel so tiny then
As if I were completely unseen
And I ate my pride and took it
Left my soul to feel the demean
I wanted to correct you
To say my side of things
But the fear of losing friends
Reminded me of it’s stings
So still I feel so unheard
And terribly unforgiven
My own thoughts hold me so
Stuck in this deep dark prison
Some small part says say goodbye
But most of me would rather die.
About the Creator
Christopher O'Sullivan
Poet, filmaker. Please feel free to check out my you tube channel https://youtube.com/@diofyproductions?si=eQKCpdk1asRf1G-g to see what sort of fun shorts i'm making.
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It only took a minute. I was sitting at the computer in my office when the phone rang. I picked up the receiver and then laid it down my desk as I went to find the student who the call was for. Within seconds I was back at my desk, ready to resume typing, when I heard the student yelling obscenities at me for listening in to his call through the handset that was still lying on the desk. Sick and tired of the lies he was spewing, I was up running down the hall, ready to kill him. By the time I reached him, I had calmed enough not to hurt him, but as I turned back towards my room, I knew that I couldn’t go on like this any longer. The decision was clear. I had to leave.
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