Thursday, May 24, 2012
paper for paper
you knew I was talented,
but you forgot.
you knew I had potential,
but you forgot.
you knew I was gifted,
but you forgot.
you knew I had the passion,
but you forgot.
you knew I would stop at nothing,
but you forgot.
you held out your hand for my money
and I had none.
I pissed it all away.
must have paper to get paper.
you never told me this.
you don't remember anything
even though you were there.
you knew I was ready and willing
without your validation,
you knew I could do it,
but you forgot.
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