Blindly Vigelent

You sit opposite me,
Looking not seeing,
Thinking how sad you are,
Not having any idea.

You feel sorry for yourself,
I've grown up,
Moved on,
You sit there behind the set back,
You think I have no idea but you couldn't be more wrong.

You sit opposite me,
You'll never have my empathy.

by Lily Espinosa

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Is'nt that th truth. Self pity is so disabilitating. Hugs Jan