Chelsea P. Stone Poet Rhyme

I Say You, But I Mean Me

I call you out on all your faults
and your terrible misdeeds,
while executing my assault
you trample under the stampede.
I tell you that you’re a fool
and not a beautiful one at that.
My damn stupidity fuels
aimed guns and brutal combat.
I make you carry all my regrets,
because I’m a bitter soul;
I view you as my biggest threat
and at Christmas I give you coal.
All my anger needs a compass
since it lands in the wrong direction,
but I rather feel the numbness
than the pain from the correction.
I watch you burn at the stake,
limbs engulfed by flames.
It’s better than watching me break
and reliving that solitary shame.
I can never say why I act this way,
I’m just hoping you’ll accept the blame
since you are some pathetic prey
in my sad self-loathing game.
By: Chelsea P. Stone

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M.P. Shaudd February 22, 2017 at 4:36 PM Think we've all been there. Nice one! Chelsea P. Stone February 22, 2017 at 7:56 PM Thank you!

Chris Green February 17, 2017 at 12:54 PM Definitely angry and loud, but with a message that is easily understood. Nicely done Chelsea Chelsea P. Stone February 17, 2017 at 1:22 PM Thank you for commenting!

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart February 17, 2017 at 12:36 PM A blistering honest and smart write. 7 for this sharp pen. Chelsea P. Stone February 17, 2017 at 1:23 PM I really appreciate your feedback, thanks!