Quarter Theft

In shadows cast, a story unfolds

Of stolen quarters and truths yet told

Blame laid upon an innocent soul

Betrayal’s mark, a heavy toll

They took her coins, a petty theft

A game of deceit, a friendship left

No share, no trust, just likes and greed

Leaving one in desperate need

Sitting in the back seat, feeling alone

Used and manipulated, a heart turned to stone

Desperate for friendship, a yearning deep

But the price of acceptance, a secret to keep

Admitting to a crime never done

A sacrifice made, a battle not won

For in the darkness of deceit and lies

A friendship lost, a trust that dies

Myself and three of my friends were sitting in a park getting high when I was 16 or 17. I was in the back seat. My friend that was driving stepped out of the car for some reason. The two other friends opened the glove box and found $20 worth of quarters. They stole them all. A few weeks later the driver of the car came up to me and started yelling at me. Saying she knows I took that quarters, that, (Name removed) and (Name removed) told me you stole them. I denied it repeatedly at first. Then realized I would lose everyone as friends versus just this one if I didn't admit to something I didn't do. So I cried, said I was sorry, and admitted stealing quarters I never stole. I realize now how dumb this is, and that if I didn't have that mindset my entire life, I might actually have a healthy circle of friends. I was raised to eventually give in, whether I did something wrong or not.

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