I bet that
If, one day,
I tell the people
All about me,
They'll treat me better.

I bet that
If, one day,
I tell others
My story,
They will learn
To be sorry.

I bet
When they see me,
Sitting alone,
They'll walk
Towards my table
Making
Small talk.

And I bet
That when I
Tell them to
Leave me alone,
All the resentment
In this world
Goes back to me.

Finally,
When they have
Learned the news
That I have gone ahead,
They'll say I died young.

And when
I am
Laid to "rest"
A fake stream of tears
Will gush down their faces.

I bet they'd wish they were more sympathetic.
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