Garbage Nation

I didn't want to,
did you see my hesitation?
I still went through,
they're now in Garbage Nation.


I stopped loving them,
they were from the past;
So I started a new poem,
one that probably won't last;

just like the ones from before,
when I was in a different emotion
that I had once always wore,
but far from that I've grown.


I didn't want a reminder
-of what I once was- no more;
So I threw them in a grinder,
with a part of my core.

I didn't realize how they built me,
how they proved progress,
and helped me finally see.
Oh! I've made a mess!

I didn't have to,
did you see my hesitation?
Why'd I go through?
They're now in Garbage Nation.

From now on, I'll keep alive the memory
I'll keep all of what made me.