How i wish that things turned out
Different
I saw you,
Us,
going down a different path
I feel so guilty,
I'm a horrible person
See, I can only imagine
What you must be going through
Yet all I can think about is how this
effects me
I have such selfish thoughts
Like how I won't have you there,
to experiance that first party
Or the day that I turn 18
I will never be able
to take up your day
Or even an entire night
We will never be able to grow up together
And transform into the women
We are meant to be
Your baby will have you all himself
And for that I fell sick,
With myself
Because I resent this
helpless life,
That has not even come to
Exist
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
whoaaaaaa wait....your mom's pregnant? madeline! ive been out of the loop for too long!