Told to sit there on the couch, arms crossed with no idea about What they wanted to tell me that meant so much. Then it all came out, Another thing to think about, Another twist to keep me down and all confused, weary once again. Walking home from school one day, I'm thinking of how I could be Not a part of life, because they'll never be Done with all the fights, Done with taking me into the Middle ground--quartering me with no success. Weary once again. I can't say the slate is clean--in some ways it will never be. To forget is what I cannot ever do. I'm left with only one, The other gone forever, saved. No more reason to blame--it is all on me. I relent and go on.
