Frustrations

The memories are jumbled in my head,

When you tell me I did something

I did not,

The things I did 

With no recollection,

Events with no feeling or affection,

Why do you try to erase me,

Something I did,

Or am I going crazy,

My voice rises to a soprano 

As you tell me the things I did 

Which I did not,

Why do insist that it is how you say,

Why don't you trust my word in the end,

I know that the things you say

I did not,

Do I have to infix it in my face,

For you to believe me,

For you to forgive me,

For things done without my doing so,

I had no say in the problems, 

You say that I caused.

Author's Note

Just frustrated with the fact that people, i'm not going to say who...coughmysistercough...try to tell me that I didn't do something when I did, and clearly remember doing so...T-T...

Reviews

[Su' Nacnetaf]

Great poem, at first I thought of some frustration caused by a troublesome love, but then I read the author's note and I giggled a little. Very creative, I really liked the way you expressed yourself with this poem. Great writing.