You tell me that I can come to you, and every time I do I remember why I kept it hidden. You retaliate and when I try to stop you, I get the "don't be rude to me" preach. Now here you are doing it yet again. Your actions were unnecessary when you called that man an arrogant bastard to his face. You were oblivious to the anger boiling inside me as you asked for the manager to only insult him. And when asked to explain yourself to me your response was sickening. "He thought he was smarter." "Most men think that way."
The one who taught me right from wrong has yet again broken the rules. What you called right was wrong mother.
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PoetrySome poems I think of on the spot! Read the latest ones! This book has been on here for almost 5 years so writing styles have changed for the better.
