A/N: Let me just start this catastrophe of a "poem" with a disclaimer. I'm not a poet. I have no terrific poetic ability. My lines are only semi-rhythmic and don't follow any particular order, and the form is absolutely horrid. Don't look for anything close to perfection or even goodness in my pathetic scribblings; I'd hate to disappoint you so horribly. The emotion and sentiment is there, though, along with a lot of statement. If you can appreciate that, and nothing else, I think things will be all right.

Don't flame me, please. I'm a newbie at poetry-writing!

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A Poem:

"Okay"

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Dedicated to anyone who has ever been hurt

by the thoughtless disdain and insensitive selfishness

of others,

with the hope that those who did the harming

will eventually learn their lessons.

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Okay, you all, try to understand this, if you can…

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I’m tired of being stepped upon,

And I don’t like your expectations;

Criminy!

Why can’t you all just let me live,

Like the rest of God’s creations?

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I have to be cool, I have to be healthy—

You want me to buy the clothes you wear,

But c’mon, now, I’m not that wealthy!

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I sense your disapproval:

It’s what you try to hide.

So in the end, can you put the blame on me,

For the “crime” of being snide?

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I do my best! I really try!

But for you, that’s not enough!

I fight so much, and hold my tongue—

But YOU!

You just shove and shove and shove!

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I don’t need your guidance,

And you just can’t protect me;

I’ve been on my own for long enough,

So go ahead! Reject me!

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And here’s the thing, my dear—

It was YOU who dug your grave,

It was YOU who made me cry,

It was YOU who poked and prodded,

And then our connection died.

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I’m tired of being the sensitive one,

And not getting any returned—

But perhaps now, since I’ve left you,

Well! Perhaps now you’ll learn!

Because I won’t let you push me,

And my life, dear, it’s MY own.

You don’t own me,

And you can’t change me.

The gall! You made me cry—

Now, look: you’re all alone.

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I’m not sorry, oh no, no—

In fact, I’m really glad!

I’ll bet you’re probably kicking yourself,

For losing what you had.

And meanwhile I’m out living the high life,

Free of your constraints!

I’m having fun and making friends,

Heck, I have no complaints!

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So weep now if you want to,

But don’t blame me for your loss—

You ruined it all by how you treated me.

See? That’s what selfishness costs.

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It was your fault, and never mine,

Of that, please make no mistake.

You say you don’t care, you let me go—

But it’s you who’s gonna break.

I’m not scared! I never was!

I’ll make it on my own!

But, I hope, my dear, you’ll never forget...

It was YOU who made me cry.

And now, my dear, just look at this…

...It’s YOU who’s all alone.