Whose Turn Is It To Feel Like Crap?

A lot of our talk's

Just not talking at all.

Is the sadness of fall

What makes us wake up?

 

I get what you say;

I hear every word.

I understand

That you gave me your word.

 

Some 'word' you've got,

Some nerve you display.

Somehow, I'm not convinced EVERYday

Like I used to.

But I know why.

 

Well, you reek of

Something lethal,

Deteriorating and

Detrimental.

 

Now,

I feel

What you refuse to feel.

For

What it's worth, it's worth nothin'.

 

'Cause your flaws are

Truly fatal,

Catastrophic,

And terminal,

 

But you see,

Only what's worth seeing

To you. I mean,

What is it I'm NOT being

For you? I give.

It's no one's turn, now.

Reviews

[Nicole]

Wow. The flow of the poem is great, and its organized.
I really like that.
And I love how you made it rhymn.
My favorite stanza was:
"Now,
I feel
What you refuse to feel.
For
What it's worth, it's worth nothin'."
It made me laugh, :)
Thanks for sharing.