The blame game
Hide in your closet
Safest place to save
Your mental health
With ripped pages
Have you seen ?
Any of us in
The situation that you put
Ourselves when it was me
The blame game
Starts with me
When I say that
You enrolled me in this
You should've listened to me
When I said I want
To die like a poet
But instead I'm here in business meetings
I wanted to fly but not really
I wanted to cry but seriously
I just wanted something
And I wasn't sure about anything
So I blamed you
Now it's time for
Friendship evergreen
That I shattered
No one wanted
To see my cry
But I made myself
Without even a try
Blamed on the teacher
Whose English is the weakest of all
Said my poetry is dead
Not at all
My ego clashed
Can't stay relaxed
So I got notification
Of her man
And I twisted my emotions
Cropped the messages
Send it to her
Said I'm the true one
Even though I was not
It was my anger
It was not infidelity
It wasn't communication
It was me
So I played this again
Like a violin
And get my hand
On another one
Cause I feel where's the drama
Without caring for the karma
I played everyone
And said
"I'm sorry, was too young to understand"
Copyright © Abhay Rana | Year Posted 2024
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