It’s Not Over

It’s Not Over
You may think its over,
because now I am mad,
and nothing may ever again
make me feel glad.
Why do these feelings
keep swelling up inside?
It might be because
I know that you lied.

I have lost so much,
and now even your trust.
Why do you feel
that hurting me is a must?
You have taken it all,
And now I am broken.
Now everything hurts,
but I break from the words unspoken.

So what can I do
with all of this rage?
It may help if I write
one more little page.
You have hurt me,
Of this I am sure.
But I will go on,
for I don’t want a war.

My life is not over,
and it will not be soon.
Unless I am hit by a car,
like a rabid old coon.
I will never hate life,
even though I hate you.
For I will always have the desire
to learn something new.

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