Want

what do you want

What am I supposed to say,
When you ask why I’m filled with hate?
Why I only seem to decay?
Why I don’t care for your rate?

Do you want the blame?
For starting this flame?
To be the reason I don,
For me to say you’re just a con?

So the answer you’ll get,
Is only the truth,
Trust me when I say,
In hell you’ll pay,
For saying every point of mine was moot,
And every hurt and pain will resurrect.

Reviews

[Jordan's Back]

Damn good write, Expressive and point blank!

[Rhea752]

so resentful great job

[Sophie]

ooooh angry! I like this :) great poem