The authority gave no warning signs
She sat there like a silent omen
Avoiding possible tradgedy
And not doing her job.
So siblings can get riled up
And the blame focuses on one direction
The direction is not of the self, but the other
The one who might have bred it all.
But could she have bred the hate,
Or did the hate breed itself?
To the authority, it seemed the latter,
And so the awkward glances began
The annoyed friends, the swerved driving
The pulling over and fake phone calls
And yet as I look back on this
I hate myself to see that I failed
To notice these warning signs
Of the regular teenage adult authority figure
Because I could've stopped the hate
Like she couldn't.
Now she's left us with nothing to do
And nothing to worry about
For this time, she's never coming back
But she did understand me.
On the last day, I asked,
"Are you quitting"
She just sat still and quiet while the radio died down.
"Yes."
 
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