betrayed, such tragic ending;
your parting gift, a painful harrowing;
once a soulmate, a lover I protected;
no longer entertaining, my show has ended.
plastic regret with crocodile tears;
my pain seen only as shallow fears;
voiceless, unheard, I'm done;
once comrades, now I have none.
I am the victim yet you shift the blame;
speak the truth, I receive infame;
injustice given for souls favored;
for unfortunate souls' pain are savored.
I alone take all blame;
I alone take all your shame;
you've caused my ruin, yet none care;
side with me, a fatal dare.
— Anastacia
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PoetryA compilation of poems about love, reality and distorted fantasy. Thoughts to words - Touch to feelings - Sight to memories - All I can offer to you in writing. - Anastacia Cover belongs to its rightful owners.
