Guest guest Posted January 16, 2011 Report Share Posted January 16, 2011 Seeing this now brings back interesting emotions. If I had known what a borderline personality was back then, I might have saved myself from taking every blow straight to the heart. I never should have because it wasn't about me...it was never about me...meh, live and learn but a poem to share... Can't Do This Anymore Intensity growing to magnified proportions. I sit incredulous at the distortion How love can seemingly turn to hate I sit here lost, uninspired. The one I supposedly could always come to rely, Has cut me to the quick, left me high and dry, With this cursed ridiculous string of events. I shake my head, so very tired. Substance and denial, anger abounds. Incredible seeming entitlement astounds All logic, sanity and even reason. I just cannot do this any more. I've no way to fight this, no where left to go, Except deep within where the anger still glows For the lies and the betrayal I feel wrecked to the core. This vortex of darkness, thick with despair, Is what she feeds on, she breathes it like air. You wouldn't believe if I told you the rest. I'm sure you'd think the truth I have missed. I'm conflicted and torn but my logic prevails. I'll deal with her head on not behind the injustice she wails To whom ever will temporarily sympathize Till they turn to me, with truth they suddenly realize. This would be easier to take if the source were another, But believe it or not the destroyer is my mother. It doesn't pay to help an alcoholic dry out. They'll turn on you beyond a shadow of a doubt! Jaie Hart ©2008 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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