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Why do you get to be so happy, live a life so full,
While the crumbled remains of my heart lay in your wake? Why do you get to look like perfection, nothing broken, smiling so big? When every time I see you, think of you, hear of you My chest grows tight with rejection, imperfection, misdirection... I was loyal, you were not. Turning your back when things grew rocky, Yelling, screaming, cursing, shaming, Giving ultimatums, pointing, blaming. Playing the victim when I needed a break From the yelling and screaming and shaming I faced. Then saying I rejected you! Trashing my name, continuing to shame. Were you afraid of my truth? Afraid it would show a possible flaw in the stands you take, in the perfection you fake? Well now we wait. For what? I don't know... I don't know... because now I doubt everything I once knew.
I hope you don't get vertigo
Sitting so high atop your throne Looking down on those who fall Who can't keep up with your lofty call Looking at lowly sinners and saints Calculating their hearts while you martyr your pains Screaming from high atop your throne Thankfully all I now hear is drone....drone. |
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