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"Why Your Delusions Became My Problem"
by Max PhineasYou hurt me worse
Than I thought possible
In ways most heinous
and juvenile.
I never did anything
to deserve what you gave
but my big mistake came
when I never forgave.
I blamed you for everything
I couldn't do
And for every friend I didn't make
That I'd claimed you stole
And sometimes you did
And you were well-liked
But I was alone.
My biggest regret,
Was stowing your voice
in the shadowed suitcase
And making you my baggage.
But I was alone.
What did you expect? 01/02/2008 Author's Note: ...Happy 2008...
Posted on 01/03/2008
Copyright © 2024 Max Phineas
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/27/08 at 10:57 PM Isn't this the truth? Another great write! |
| Posted by Kimberly Bare on 04/29/08 at 02:47 PM you have a way of taking ordinary words and weaving them with such meaning and flow...i am enjoying greatly my trip through your library :) |
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