There you go tearing me up,
in strands,
and as I collect the pieces,
the one you disband,
family and friends stood by me,
lend me a hand,
got back on my feet,
now I can withstand,
all the poison thrown at me,
like toxic glands,
got a good head on my shoulders,
now you understand,
my mind is set straight,
towards grassland,
yours is lost,
roaming the wasteland.
Juan Carrasquillo Jr
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/toxic-society/
