You never said that you were sorry even
When I told you, tried to tell you, my hurt.
You didn’t understand, couldn’t believe in
What I said were my emotions. The curt
Way you asked me, “Why does that make you feel mad?”
Left no room for my answer, and your smile
Patronized me when I expressed how I had
Daydreamed lonely and often. Well then, I’ll
Take my daydreams elsewhere, proclaim them loudly.
I won’t apologize for being real.
You may chuckle all you like and then proudly
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