Breaking Point

I was angry when I wrote this, still am. Hope you enjoy.

 

 

It's  funny to think

That after everything I did

It still wasn't enough

I dealt with it all

Everything you threw at me

I took with no complaint

The insults,

The pity for yourself

The self riteousness

Even all the lies

I took it

Bottled it up

Pushing it back

To the far reaches of my mind

But you see

After awhile

Things begin to pile up

Pressing forward

Insistant

Till it's front and center

Your're conceited

You're selfish

You're a brat

All those things you accused me of being

Was just a way to deny it yourself

My last nerve is frayed and frazzled

You've worn it till it's thin

So my last words to you

I'm through

Author's Note

WELL, this is definatly personal, unlike the major majority of my poems. Its completely true and I have expreiced it. Please tell me what you think about the peom, and I'm so happy you took the time to read it, I'd be even happier if you took the time to comment and such! Thanks so much for reading!

Reviews

[Nami Machae]

Its an amasing poem Chelsea... lol btw this amanda. love and miss ya girl hope to read more of your poems soon

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

To be young is to be conceited and feel more than is humanly possible and in this a bit of pity is self-righteous and to be a bit tough is probably the right means of self-defense. Interesting piece.

[Renée]

You impress me how well you are able to express yourself...I love the misspelling of the title ! ..I am assuming it was deliberate ... Excellent job !