Strangers ,even the ones you
think you know..
all about what they can take.
Why must we always
be the ones, who reap
what they sow?
denial,affliction
retribution, addiction,
I know they say I am crazy,
I know they think I am insane.
But it was them who drove me to this,
it was them that caused the pain..
Lay it all on my shoulders,
how convenient it must be,
to make me carry all the shame
they can feel free..
I have the bruises and the scars,
that they have left behind,
some of them you can see,
but the rest are burned into my mind.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Another sad but great one. I love reading other peoples poetry because like this one, it explains situations I have been in, but differently than my own words. Good job.
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thank you Hazle...
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