Ive been told I have a flair for drama.
I used to always disagree.
Why shouldnt I share how I feel?
You all blame me for what happened.
Yet none of you even accept my truth.
You all side with it.
You listen to the soft voice.
That voice got louder.
Haven't you heard it?
It's tugging at your strings.
Making you all a little more blind to the truth.
I dont forget or forgive
the wrongs that have been committed against me.
Where's your degrees?
Who are you to say what I do or dont have?
After all this I realized something.
I dont have a flair for drama.
I am drama.
YOU ARE READING
Poems, Stories, Rants
PoetryJust a bunch of poems my friends and I wrote. There might be a few that cuss if your uncomfortable with that sorry. You dont have to read them.
