Shes to young to care
but old enough to know that
her dads not around.
no apologies.
cant say much when I'm choking anyways.
Practicing the lines I would say in my mind.
quite and alone,but dirty and low.
remaining obnoxiously patient
figuring I should just drop my anchor here,
shattering all the dreams I keep under the surface.
what else is there to focus on when I cry to keep from laughing on purpose.