A hateful letter just to say I’m gone.
If the leader of the pack is tossing the sticks and stones…
How the hell can I grow up to be strong?
So I began to roam the streets alone until it became my tomb or my home.
Flooded with tears, no shelters no domes.
No one to force me back into her arms.
No sounds of alarms.
No protection from harm.
Not even a good luck charm.
And in staying calm…
I need just a moment of your time.
Don’t just sit there peeking at the seconds on your watch.
But give me a moment of your mind.
The game is tied with no time on the clock.
But I’m 90% from the line.