CRUSHER

I wonder how you make your decisions. 
Do you just throw the dice? 
How do you manage to crush my spirit professionally? 
You're as cold as ice. 

I know that the universe is enormous. 
And that you probably got other things to do. 
But once in a while pay attention to me. 
Is it that hard to take a look?

You're like my deadbeat dad
In more ways than you realize. 
My existence is absent to you. 
Never do you heed my cries. 

Over the years, I've grown wiser. 
But you evolved into a miser. 
Would it kill you to be a little nicer? 
Oh wait, you don't die. You're not like us. 

The writer is 17 and is the founder of Thought Kitchen, www.facebook.com/thoughtkitchen