#WritcoPoemPrompt102
Pen a poem about the ONE who gave way to fulfill your desire to write.

when I was young I made the mistake of letting a person with mental issues be In charge of my self worth, I was too young to understand why they did what they did

until…
they got better
but I never got my apology..

and now that I’m a little older and can understand everything that happened I look back and realize it wasn’t there fault but it wasn’t mine either and to this day I still haven’t gotten that apology
but I don’t think I’m really for it

I think I write to still remember the baudy in the world I just think about all the people I’ve met and those who have stayed for all these years and I think about all the things I haven’t gotten the courage to say to friends, family and myself
© a silent writer