The Cropped Picture Poem by Desiree Whitamore

i thouht you were here to guide me
i thought you meant forever.
but when you crush the heart inside me
its kind of hard to see the better
you have not one single right
to tell me you know what's best.
to shed insight on my life
so, please give this a rest.
you turned in your say
when you turned in your part.
now in this broadway play
these lines are getting hard.
stop telling me you know me
stop trying to predict whats next.
this isnt some stupid class.
you've already failed my tests.
and im moving on and out
im sorry you've been dropped.
in this picture perfect doubt
im sorry you've been cropped.