Don't worry you're pretty little head,
You were just a boy,
Victimized,
Could not let go.
This was & is
The sorry claim
I cannot make excuses for
No,
I never wanted to save you,
No,
You never had my heart,
No,
My future was never yours for the taking,
& no,
Even still,
I'm not your enemy
Surprised you didn't break me?
Surprised I'm still alive and well?
Sorry to disappoint,
Mr. Deer-head on my wall.
Don't be surprised when you look my direction
& watch me rise above.
And don't be surprised if I look right through you
Forgetting what you are called.
Don't mind me that I pay no attention
To the tantrum driven, nine-eleven.
It's just simply I have better things to do with my time
Than to pay any mind
to the undeserving.
By Andria Vargas
