High School Memory

Frustration fills my head.

Hate consumes my heart.

Rage burns in my eyes.

I look upon you with disgust.

If only I would have known this would have happened I never would have even bothered to say hello.

I never would have told you everything.

I never would have lost a moment of sleep over you.

Teardrops would have never fallen from my eyes.

Another face in the crowd, nothing but a stranger to me.

A childish boy in a man’s world.

Never quite realizing what you are losing.

Everything I gave you… lost.

Everything I got… boxed up and thrown in the attic.

Another picture to burn, another best friend break-up.

All lost in an old high school yearbook photograph.

Just a turn down memory lane.

A one way street to betrayal.

A knife in my back. Sliced through my heart.