Trouble

He yelled at me,

Where is it?

I don’t know!

I calmly went to

my room in order

to vent my anger

through a poem.

I didn’t know.

It seems as if

I tend to cause

trouble in the littlest ways.

I always seems

to my fault.

I was calm and quiet.

I don’t know how

important it was.

 

God, forgive me

for being such a nuisance!

It seems as if

I tend to cause chaos

everywhere I go.

People threaten me.

Betray me.

I feel lost and all alone

in this damn world.

All people do is criticize me

and hate me for no apparent reason.

I’m sorry for being myself.

 

I always seem

to get blamed.

I am always suspected first.

I’m sorry for ever living.

At times, even my own family

treats me like scum.

I hate them.

I don’t feel at all comfortable

in this life.

I’m living right now.

I got yelled at.

Nobody gives a crap.

Nobody feels my anger or hate.

Nobody can see the tears I shed.

I’m all alone in the end.

Reviews

[OT]

this is a powerfully introspect poem here! the feeling of blame or of the world pressing down on your shoulders - the realisation of being alone - though no one is truly alone, often it comes down to if you're willing to reach out!! great write here!

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

The one who gets blamed for everything even when it is not their fault. So sad......well penned :)

[London]

wow..very intense. and you're right i do like it. lol great job!