The Blind HatchetI’ll never know why, you find it
To relive the past
Only not your own but mine!
What is done is done and never will be un-done
A wise man once said
Bury the hatchet
And for a while, that is what you have done
Now unearthed again and sharper than ever
Hits every nerve in my bone
Of my Own
You say ‘But a Jest!’ and while I try to agree
You’ll never know the pain you have caused me
Who are you, anyway?
You think you know me
But you can’t really see
Going on second year past
And ‘Finally’ I thought ‘At last’
I shall get away from your lone thought of superiority
Acquired through years
Of stepping on their heads
The ones you called your friends
The ones you used
On your ironically lonely journey to the top
still using the blade you cut me down with as well
I would think about this
You are one, of many, I’d never miss
Yet still! You persist!
The phone still rings, a pleasant surprise?
Nay the same cold heart, now in disguise
I laugh and I kid as I hang up the phone
I manage a smile, I want to be alone
And try and discover, this new issue I face
Why do I still care…
That you best me always, in this emotional race
I try so hard to be me
Bury the hatchet and let it be
[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2009 EDITION]
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