What the poem is about:

“Me: I understand your anger bu-

Makayla: You don’t understand my anger!! If you did, you wouldn’t have gotten rid of me so easily.”

Her anger boiled like a stormy sea,
As she raged, “You don’t understand me!”
Her words sharp, slicing like a knife,
Bleeding out the pain of a severed life.

“I trusted you, I gave you my all,
And yet you let me go, like a forgotten doll.
You discarded me, as if I meant nothing,
Leaving me alone, hurt and suffering.”

Her fury burned with a fiery passion,
As she railed against this callous action.
“You don’t know me, you never did,
Or else you would have fought to keep me, kid.”

Her anger was raw and real,
A wounded heart that refused to heal.
So listen closely, and heed her plea,
And maybe then, you’ll truly see.