my attitude is not about you -
stop centering yourself in my world.
your brain has corrupted itself with the greed of power.
your flaws so carefully laid out to blend you forget
they surely exist.
my illness is not like your disease;
i dared you to shoot me, our game of cops and robbers,
but you pulled a knife from behind your back.
you took it too far - but somehow i'm merely being dramatic.
tortuous was the tiny cuts you spread on me.
in a way,
it was better than a painless death.
now i have reminders of our sort of trust.
YOU ARE READING
the Angry Girl
Poetrysome things are better off unsaid but they were tossed in my head so i decided to scream. Original content. Lowercase intended throughout the book. Previously titled "Tossed Thoughts". Highest Rank: 4 in Poem, Poetry
