As I gaze back in the past
Back into the windows of that old worn out building
I ask myself, “Why didn’t I run, run fast.
Right past those old railroad tracks.
Right into that old worn out town, never to return.”
He acted as if he owned that wretched place.
But we all knew the true reality.
He labeled me as the incompetent outcast
Of them all.
All I wanted
Was to be heard.
     As as  asas