B.P.D.L.

If I knew what to say or do
Whether to be there or not
Would I be writing this?

I was told I was next in line to lead
Lead a group of forgotten people
To a forgotten place and time

When I grew up
I was the one left alone

I met her
I met her at the wrong place and time
We fell in love or at least
I did

She drug me away
I wish I was kicking and screaming

I merely stared off into the distance
Maladjusted