You Did This To Yourself
I’m angry,
Ticked at the situation you created,
You pulled me into this mess and here I am,
Forced to tell the world of your wrong doing.
What were you thinking?
How could you be so callous?
These people are my friends, my coworkers,
People that I’ve shared a drink with,
People I’ve sweated in the heat of the summer with,
People I’ve frozen my toes off in the winter with;
You thought I’d just roll over and take it,
That they’d take it;
And here we are staring at each other over a table in anger,
You’ve every right to be mad, but so do I;
So do I and all of them;
Once upon a time we joked together and now we sit here,
Separated by a table of hate and loathing;
What can I say…
You did this to yourself…
The very height of Irony
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