You
would never know
the potential I once had
when I was new to the world
I squandered it all away
on humid summer days, hard at play
in an imaginary world that I’d made
I could never know how much those days would mean
I wasted so much time
I could’ve been you
I could’ve been everything that I needed
to be
to feel good about my place in the entire scheme
of things
I can’t help but wonder...
if the way they persecuted you,
and hounded you,
and teased you,
and bent and twisted your emotions...
is THAT what made you
all that I should’ve been?
I could’ve been you.
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