Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
It fills me with distain when you look at me and deflect the blame. You stand to claim it's not you who needs to change Everyone is wrong but you, dont you see all the pain you put everyone else through? You talk about boundaries yet dont acknowledge any but your own. How self centered do you have to be- Putting yourself on a high sitting throne? You dress your imperfection but it lacks in deception. Everyone can see it, Even you. Yet you make the choice not to. Instead your visions filled with reading The people who surround you. You're "the bigger person" who tells people how they act. Truly your existence is an ego that can't control how to react Instead of staying calm in uncertainty You erupt like a volcano instantly. Its insanity. —But oh no, its never your fault it's his fault, her fault, Or mine. You focus on the faults of others instead of fixing your own leaky faucet. So you can have active distractions that aid your projections. You believe everyone needs to be told about themselves but when it comes to you, Oh "im a human too" And "Im not perfect" Well shouldn't it be clear that im not too? I am not a book to read, I am not trying to amuse you Although it seems i have casted myself in the act of a fool. Im treated like a tool, whose free to use you mock my words, worries, and woes. Because nothing else matters to you but your own. You shower me in gifts and hugs and mistake it for real love. You force guilt on others for having real emotions. All because you cant understand your own.
0
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 12:04 AM UTC
I turned you into art
It fills me with distain when you look at me and deflect the blame. You stand to claim it's not you who needs to change Everyone is wrong but you, dont you see all the pain you put everyone else through? You talk about boundaries yet dont acknowledge any but your own. How self centered do you have to be- Putting yourself on a high sitting throne? You dress your imperfection but it lacks in deception. Everyone can see it, Even you. Yet you make the choice not to. Instead your visions filled with reading The people who surround you. You're "the bigger person" who tells people how they act. Truly your existence is an ego that can't control how to react Instead of staying calm in uncertainty You erupt like a volcano instantly. Its insanity. —But oh no, its never your fault it's his fault, her fault, Or mine. You focus on the faults of others instead of fixing your own leaky faucet. So you can have active distractions that aid your projections. You believe everyone needs to be told about themselves but when it comes to you, Oh "im a human too" And "Im not perfect" Well shouldn't it be clear that im not too? I am not a book to read, I am not trying to amuse you Although it seems i have casted myself in the act of a fool. Im treated like a tool, whose free to use you mock my words, worries, and woes. Because nothing else matters to you but your own. You shower me in gifts and hugs and mistake it for real love. You force guilt on others for having real emotions. All because you cant understand your own.
Thank you for reading
gracer
Written by
15/F
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 12:04 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem