Why won’t you look me in the eye?
Is it the tears I continue to cry?
The lack of spirit has me lost,
With all I wish being to accost,
I feel crumpled like yesterday’s trash,
As you press on with thoughts so rash,
Cannot fathom not opening the doors,
Instead I curl up and re-open the sores,
All my knowledge felt so warm and positive,
Though appreciation in the end was causative.