Poems For The Sad Soul

Poem 105

Maybe after all, it really is my fault,

I'm just that easy to blame, am I not?

It is I who is always wrong, you claim?

Do you enjoy hurting me, is that your game?

Have you not heard the things you've said?

To dare and say you wish I were dead?

To claim that for you I do nothing at all?

That I was never there when you'd fall?

I was always present, but not in your eyes, yes?

That I'm always just hiding so you'd see me less?

It is not true my dear, but you claim it to be,

This is so unfair, darling, can you not see?

I want to be alone, I cannot bear what you do,

The criticizing, humiliation, and fights that you brew.

You tear me apart with the venom, that at me you spit,

Then expect me to smile, move on, and quietly sit.