Isabelle's Poem

A poem I wrote about my ex-best friend, Isabelle. This is the deadly sin of wrath.

I'm sorry that you're mad at me,

I'm sorry the sky is blue,

I'm sorry that I'm me,

And especially sorry that you're you.

 

I'm sorry you make me cry at night,

Because you stole my friends.

I'm sorry your selfish quest for popularity,

Will never meet it's ends.

 

I'm sorry you tried to change me,

Make me someone that I'm not.

I'm sorry that sometimes I blow cool,

And other times I blow hot.

 

I'm sorry that I'm spiteful,

I'm sorry that you're spoiled.

I'm sorry I get angry,

I'm sorry you get foiled.

 

And when you don't talk to me,

You give me nightmares at night,

Nightmares featuring you,

Only my true friends making the nightmares right.

 

So many plans,

We made for the future,

Blown to ashes,

Blown sky-high.

 

Too many shared memories,

Too many shared friends,

Life goes on, forever and ever,

Our friendship never in the mends.

Author's Note

I hope you like it. This was (and still is) a very antagonizing time in my life. It is made even worse by the fact that most of our shared friends are taking her side, and not even thinking about mine.

Reviews

[nora]

oh god, this is sucha terrible situation. pull through, hon :) keep your head high and know who you are. i already told you, i went through something really similar to this.
as for the poem, it is great! the rhyming is even and the flow of it is practically perfect. and also, there were no spelling mistakes that i saw :) great work, alice!

[Jim Clarke]

Pain is difficult at your age, but writing about it is a great way to manage the healing process. Hang in there.

[ms.trelly]

I FEEL WHERE YOU'RE COMING FROM... GREAT POEM