Two Steps Behind Her, I Say Her

They Were Like Two Magnets Who Couldn't Decide Whether To Attract Or Repel.

Will I Ever Get Control Of My Life? Will I Always Be Shoved Back And Pushed Around By Those I Trust?

Whenever I'm Out Late She Makes A Sandwich For My School Lunch. I Always Protest And Tell Her Not To, Saying I'll Make My Own When I Get Home. But She Likes It. She Says It Reminds Her Of When I Was Younger And Needed Her.

You Can Hear Rumors. But You Can't Know Them.

I Left. When I Should Have Stayed.