i hated her for so long, to the verge of madness;
just to see the hurt of the raven's song, a message of sadness.
to think pain and hate consumed me solely for six long months,
and a younger sister scorned digs up hatchets to reopen old wounds such.
it's so hard for me to let go of a sight such as this,
just because the irate little sister cannot will to permiss.
i think she believes that the past will tear me apart;
the little girl was wasting breath from the very start.
"if he was halfway decent...she wouldn't have cheated."
but she didn't see through her hatred deep-seated.
and to think this whole grudge was born from missing a play;
i don't know if her childish blind tirade will ever fade away.
i doubt she realizes she stands to lose far less than i,
because in three months regardless, this grude WILL die.
maybe she'll understand someday that my last chance at state
weighs far too much, and seeing the damned play will just have to wait.
they only wanted to go to miss class and put the show at last station,
but no one's wants will come first to my work and education.
other people go on, ranting and raving,
talking about a senior knowing nothing of behaving.
what they don't know is that they're all worthless,
and my work and future will continue on mirthless.
as the little girl continues to slander and crow her swansong,
my impatience grows to console her, "life goes on."