Didn’t want to believe..
Your truths
Must be accusations.
My actions were mistakes and oversights,
Your statements must be hyperbole.
Blame it on a constant cycle of reaction and over reaction.
Blame it on my inexperience
Blame it on my ego
Blame it on whatever,
but don’t call me that.
I’m a good person.
A pure soul,
No way you actually mean that
I’m abusive.
Sure I’m cranky and grumpy
And grouchy and crotchety
And 2 misplaced sentences away from implosion.
I know I have rage.
Tied to deep,
deep,
Fear and anger.
I work so hard to contain
Past pain.
Always sure it’s completely contained
Or quarantined.
..But apparently I failed.
You feel abused
And I can no longer tell
What’s up from down
Whats Right from wrong
Or fact from fiction…
Reality alludes me.
It hurts to think
That the shadow that scares me
Scares you too.
I thought you had the courage to stare it down,
And teach me how to tame it.
Leave before I crumble into nothingness
And pull you into the vortex.
Leave before the sweetness I once knew
Turns sour.
Each passing hour seems a life threatening mission
And I never want to hurt you.
So take flight, and don’t look back
I’ll fight these demons on my own.