2.8.2015 Poem by Shaquay Spencer

This isn't 2015
And that guy is gone
But why do everytime
He's mentioned
I can't help but to
Bow in complete shame
Was I too old for tricks
Was I suppose to be past lies
Was it my responsibility in all of this
Should I have been playing detective
Or enjoy the vibe being presented
Cause in my head I'm still confused
Am I still stuck with the demons
That taunt me every now and them
The feelings of passion
But have since left the building
And there's just an empty dark room
Where on one lives behind that door
And its locked and the key lost
Who turned me into that girl
Who can't look at her past
Because of her decision
I did this to me