A Poem by dangerbooze

Bottling up past anger lead me to this.

Call me selfish or immature, 
but I can't stand it anymore. 
I hate you, 
I hate you. 
I hate you. 

Who've you become. 
What you've done. 
I despise it.

Were you never a good person? 
Was your only goal meant for destruction? 
A trail of bleeding hearts you left behind. 
I'm ashamed to say I knew you. 

Seeing your face
it brings back memories
not ones of love
but ones of agony

how could you have done those things?
We trusted you,
we all did.

You tore apart my best friend
Left another feeling worthless
And forced others,
so many others
to be something they're not. 

Was it all fun and games?
What satisfaction did you feel?

But I'm not one to talk
I'm the worst one here
Your faults are mine.

Why, do you wonder?
You truly do not remember?
Everything you are now
is a part of my old self
My own personal demon.

I created you.

© 2010 dangerbooze

Author's Note

Seriously, I loathe this poem. But I'll keep it around because reading through it is like therapy.

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Well then you should keep it around. I have poems like that, they were painful to write but helpful reminders to read when I need a reality check. It's hard when we are betrayed, yet we play a significant part in our own betrayal. Very clever poem.

Posted 12 Years Ago

This felt up close and personal,
like you were in the same room as me yelling this at me.
[I hugged my teddy]

Posted 12 Years Ago

WOW.... like literally, you gave me goose bumps! I loved every stanza, every word feels like it was spat me, like you were talking to me! The questions you ask, are very real. The kind of questions you know you will probably never get an answer too. I enjoyed your poem, it is written perfectly :) Don't hate this poem, learn from it :) xox

Posted 12 Years Ago

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Added on June 28, 2010
Last Updated on June 28, 2010




I'm a lazy writer. I write what I feel when I feel like it. But to be more specific, I have a constant case of writer's block about pretty much every thought that I can think of or even consider. .. more..

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A Poem by dangerbooze

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