Glass (Crank 2)
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alone in my room,
simmering,
one click of the burner away from
a hard boil, in a big red pot of
anger
Okay, true he never asked
me to snub my own family,
never
promised to spend this day
with me. Never
expected
I might choose time with
him over time with them, but
to be
honest, I never would have
believed I could be
rejected
in such a way by someone
who’s supposed to love me.
So what
does that say about the way
I rejected those who love me?
Do I
call Mom, tell her I’m sorry,
I couldn’t find a ride?
Do
I ask her to come get me, please
come and get me right
now,
two hours until the big feast?