Blues of the Sinner

An old one that I wrote in my teens.

I may be the victim,

but I play the role well-

a misunderstood bad girl

on her way to hell

 

Going down in a blaze,

Living life as I choose...

Learning things the hard way

When I win, I lose.

 

And all I ever needed

was someone to understand

that sometimes being me

is like living in quicksand.

 

The harder I struggle,

the more I sink in.

When you fight yourself,

you never win.

 

But I want it to say

on my grave when I die,

that I may have been wicked

but I never lied

 

And I never pretended

to be something I wasn't.

But that doesn't matter

to you, does it?

 

Author's Note

This one still needs work. But please let me know what you think.

Reviews

[Kimberly]

It's a good thing that you save your old poetry, even if you don't think it's very good, because you can use it again later to remember the emotion that you had when you wrote it. And there is nothing quite like teenage depression, it's so raw and irrational. This is a good poem filled with all those emotions so common in teenagers: depression, confusion, and defiance. I would rework it so that it doesn't sound as melodramatic and consider using a rhyme scheme.