No Title ...

Anything that they do to me
I've already done on my own
They hit me- I hit twice as hard
They scratch - I break a bone

But can you really blame me?
To be quite honest, you have no right
I'll do anything I want
And I won't ask you if it's alright

The only one I'm hurting is me
I'm only abusing myself
You make the first move, I go next
In-fact, you should blame yourself

I know this poem makes no sense
You could only know if you were me
But as long as I understand it's meaning
It makes no difference now, you see

In due time, it will click into place
Of what these words try to express
The manipulative forces
Of which I do detest

So, I don't know what I'm talking about
At least ... not anymore
I thought I had a point to this
But now, I'm not so sure.

^ eek, sorry. I realize this is SO random. Forgive me.