I am the mistreated

A person who loves unconditionally,

Will pour their love into someone

Who doesn’t feel the same,

Leaving their cup half empty.

Being left in a place of darkness and despair,

Yearning for that reciprocated love.

Wishing that person would understand your perspective

That you still love and care for them

The same way you did before,

Simply because no one compares to them.

Hoping they’d see why you couldn’t stay in the end,

Because of how empty they made you feel

Even when it was just you two.

--Zinnia V., 9th-12th Grade