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