I reported illegal activity of someone I knew. They are facing legal consequences. I don't necessarily feel bad for reporting them, but I don't feel bad. I had to write this to get those thoughts out.
I did not intend for this to happen.
I just wanted it to stop, but it wouldn’t.
The room filled with toxic fumes,
Twisting around and choking me.
Empty bottles piled in the trash,
Incenses to cover their misdeeds.
I had enough, time to break my silence.
At ten there was a knock at the door.
The officer mentioned a complaint,
They deny it. Do they suspect me?
Drawers searched, secrets revealed.
No more dealing, no more smoking,
I hope. It was the right thing to do.
But how was I supposed to know.
How was I to know what they had?
I didn’t know about the hard drugs.
I didn’t know this happened before.
I didn’t know she would go to jail.
I didn’t know they could be sent home.
I didn’t know, okay? I just didn’t.
I didn’t want to call, but I did anyways.
I feel like I should regret my actions,
But I don’t. Should I? I don’t know.
Am I a bad person; am I a snitch?
No legal repercussion for me, I’m safe.
I may have destroyed their lives,
But they were in the wrong, right?
Can anyone trust me after this?