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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Date: 5/6/2016 12:06:00 AM
TIZAH, this is an awesome poem, thank you for sharing. ** SKAT
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Date: 4/24/2016 9:24:00 AM
Tirzah, :) wow, you've said it and expressed it perfectly. LINDA
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