Too Late

Too late
I saw you with them standing there talking about me, laughing
Pointing at the crying boy in the corner, shouting.
I reached out mine, a hand left to decay,
You bullied me into running away,
I swore to myself you would pay,
I’d make you all regret that day,
And I wouldn’t forgive, no matter what you say.
Days passed and I continued to wait,
Until I caught you alone at the gate,
You wore the face that belonged to my mate,
You reached out yours, a hand I now hate,
Oblivious to the fact that you’re too late.