Leaving

I walked out

Walked away,

You made me pout

Impossible to stay.

Treating them like inmates

Staff are the guards,

Causing widespread debate

They’re not a pack o’ cards.

Not simply a number

Feelings to be dismissed,

I’d rather stay in slumber

This treatment makes me pissed.

How you treat your kids;

Transferring to each other

A future purchased by the highest bid

You’re a dictator who cannot mother.