did you treat me as if I were an exception?
alienated me and fired me later
left a bald type
(meaningless, without you)
where did all the grooming sweep?
left me in the middle of a civic town
to fight for each installed resentment
(unaidedly)
told me I was significant,
exceptionally talented and a gifted kid
did you ruin me?
where did all the grooming sweep?
why did my grief not turn into wisdom?
where do all the tales of mentor harm run,
if it didn't become a lesson?
I sit beneath all brutal debates
defeat my arguments, support yours
and silently swallow all lessons of confrontation
add a comma and mail it to you, again
where did all the grooming sweep?
if it didn't turn into a brutal lesson?
nothing feels as, without you
