By Katherine Abbagnaro
forced to grow up when you took away my youth
and I kept you in my life, and no one ever knew the truth
though it cost me my dignity and pride
all it cost you were menacingly casual lies.
I watched the ripe age of fourteen rot before me
as you sat there in your sin smiling guiltlessly
you basked in your blissful ignorance
like you were proud to be a menace.
fourteen
the age of maturing before your time
when your innocence is torn from you by reality
and your friends become contorted by society.
fourteen
the age your best friend becomes your biggest fear
and you, your worst enemy.
fourteen
the age everyone looks forward to
until it’s finally here and your excitement fades to disappointment
and that disappointment kills you.