Poems of a mended artist.

Just keep playing the blame game.

It's confusing, 

I listen to sad songs when I'm happy, 

I hate myself when I feel mercy for myself, 

I love the feeling of pain and yet hate it so so much, 

I crave happiness though after every corner I turn, I try my hardest to keep from being happy. 

I want to feel alive and live and be free and love and thrive, 

But I deserve none of those things. 

I want to be happy, 

But I don't deserve it. 

So tell me what you want to say, call me what you will, 

I know I'm selfish and entitled, 

I know i shouldn't be sad, 

I know I have no reason to be. 

But I'm still a child, 

I'm still in pain, 

I'm still getting hurt by them, 

So I will continue to play the blame game, 

Till someone finally notices that they are hurting me and does something about it.