3 years ago now.

The thoughts are still loud.

I still see your face all around.

Hiding in the darkest shadows of the crowd.

You hurt me more than I could say.

Through it all, you never changed.

I think that’s why I’m so afraid;

You have all the power; I’ve never been brave.

Not being as popular, or as cunning or as rude,

The decisions for the outcome were always up to you.

I’ve made better friends now, after starting anew,

But I’m haunted still, even after we’ve been through.

I hope you see me and regret.

Because I am forced to never forget

What happened to me; I’m still upset.

Why it was acceptable, I’ll never get.