' You ' Poem by rachel escarcega

you dont own me,
you dont care,
you never noticed me,
you wouldnt cry if i was to be dead cold a bare,
you dont know me,
you never tried to understand,
try to understand what he had palnned for futures hands,
you will never know what it was for me to learn,
water spilling over, he said your time of fire has burned,
my plate is over filled, he said my time to eat has become,
my mind was lost, he said my time for thinking has just started,
you will never see what life has truelly departed.