Final Bow

I could beg

I could cry

I could look you in the eye

and tell you my grievances.

I could force a smile

and make it last a while

I could scream and yell,

something straight from hell.

I could tell you I miss you

I could ask for you back

I could do what people do

Right before they crack.

All these things I could’ve done

All these things unsaid

All these words all locked up

All inside my head.

But what use is it now?

It is already done

Should I take my final bow

I could do it for fun!