Anger

A poem I wrote awhile back just venting..

You made me believe in every word that you said. 
Now I look at myself and wish I were dead. 
Who do you think you are to mess with my head?
I should have realized that something for you, it always led. 
After I ate up all of the bullshit you fed. 
But I'll just move on because there's no more tears to shed. 
I'll probably be gone by the time this is read. 
Go on and break someone else instead. 
You have a way with that, keeping me hanging on by a thread. 
Just excuse my venting and forget everything I just said. 

Reviews

[Southern_Writes]

Hey have you met my first love?
Really enjoyed this. Raw anger and frustration, but not only at the person this directed at, but I see it aimed at yourself as well.

[KarMarBar]

I am glad our writing mirrors one another's experiences. It was directed to my mother, but in hindsight and after re-reading for the billionth time, I must say I agree. I was a confused kid when I wrote this, so thank you for helping me realize I may have aimed this at myself as well!

[Southern_Writes]

You are welcome, it is wonderfully done.