Echoed Dismay
Those footsteps that you left at the door,
Echo the last words I heard you say.
Turning to me, my eyes meet the floor.
I needed to prove myself today.
Again, it was your hope that I tore.
I’ve proven who I am, to your dismay.
What I say, pitted to what I do,
That I’ll never be there for you.
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