High School Lament: Heading off to College

The hues saturate as the years increase
Simple truths become complex paradigms
Waiting for me, to destroy my peace.
I never spoke up and never said things right
Because there was never time shared
With people that I care in which I might.

I only disagree, self inflame, and despair
And focus on my own thing
Nothing except me, my selfish care:
Never the right words because
It’s never the right time and
I’m never there and I never was

There to care.