It’s not as if the words I spoke
were really that far off.
You looked at me,
I stared right back—
you threw your fists against the wall.

Why can’t you hear me?
Why won’t you listen?
Is there anything I can even do?

It’s not as if the things I’ve done
could cause the pain
you accuse me of.
You turn your face,
I drop my head.

Why can’t I get your attention?
Why won’t you hear me out?
Is there anyway to get through to you?

It’s not as if you listened
when I told you what had happened.
You saw the pieces
left from before—
you somehow “knew” it was me.

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About Robin Elizabeth

My name is Robin Elizabeth and I'm 21. I do not create with my own ability, but with the gift God has given me.

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