Yesterdays News

disappointment wells within my chest, filling the corners of my soul eleven years of here, there, you first, me last, being there when you needed dismissed like yesterday’s paper, used for clean-up but not worth the paper it’s printed on never again. Knowing where you stand is a powerful force knowing how many steps behind to walk when not to talk, all for your relief ignored like a crying child whose parents don’t hear, don’t want to hear, don’t care to care eleven long years of trying to be important and just now realizing it was a wasted effort do not pity me, for I have learned a lesson most never learn, my eyes are wide open for life