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by Carissa Sep 25, 2011 category : Life, society / other
Here you are pointing the finger in my direction; When you had taught me there is no such thing as perfection. Stranded you leave me here accused; Of a person I am not and I will refuse! As a Kid I tried to be all yours; The rejection only ended with slamming doors. Why have you done this? Who are you?! The question is, do you even know your own truth? On my own I struggle for survival; While you sat there, a hypocrite, pushing the bible. Last I heard its chinese proverbs you have quoted; When you said its forever God we must be devoted. Anger seeps under my skin; Fingers from everyone pointing at my sin. When, here you are, pushing everybody away; As people try but of course you don't sway. I am your Child, not a messanger; Forever I've been loyal, always your passenger. Then you point at me with furrowed brows; In accusation because you don't want to keep your vows. I've never been the enemy in all of this; I'm tired of all you allege on me, its such a Dis! Thinking back I can not recall; What caused this misery, this terrible fall. My heart burns with unbearable hurt; And my eyes sting with the knife of betrayal. Please save me the pain of surprise; While I stab myself into my own demise. *Divorce causes people to change into complete strangers, this is my story*