The Pity Party

I was angry. What can I say? I got over it.

 

After sixty-five years

You refuse to face your fears

Rather drown in your own tears

It’s your movie

 

You know the scene

The one with James Dean

Kickin’ at a stone, head hung low, waitin’ for the blow

The victim

 

You deny the past

Regret it didn’t last

Explain it away

As ‘someone’s yesterday’

Feelin’ sorry for yourself

You ignore the wealth

Of our time together

 

I don’t deny some things

The fact you gave me wings

Cracked the opaque shell

Exposed the lie; the spell

I awoke

 

I tried to do the same for you

Expose another point of view

Wings I sent your way

Watched them slowly sail away

Opportunities that died

While you looked at me and cried

“No one understands me”

 

 

You say you accept my blame

But it’s really just your game

The alien-child clown

Can sadly look around

His pitiful plea

Is “Really, can’t you see….

That I’m blameless.”

 

 

You’ve done your share

Had your affairs

Knowing they were married

You kept your blame buried

Stolen treasures

 

But on your high horse

You chart a different course

When social repartee

Begins to chip away

At your security

 

Through your self-indulgent site

You claim your right

To play the innocent role

Of the tortured soul

Part of your movie

 

I can read between the lines

Of lyric, poem and rhyme

Hear the same old song

How I done you wrong

What a sad tune

 

Little boy blue

Little girl lost

Misery loves company

But comes at a cost

Enlightenment?

 

 

 

Hold together in despair

Saying love’s not fair

Another Eeyore

Wanting nothing more

Than to commiserate

 

That past love cannot be something

‘Cause nothing comes from nothing’

But where does that leave you

In relationships of two

What’s your accountability?

 

 

 

This is your reality

Handed down to your posterity

More me, poor me

Nothing’s my responsibility

It’s called denial

 

Self-reflection? Introspection? No. Rejection

Of what I tried to make you see

Another form of reality

Your potential

Your manhood

 

Still, I feel the sting

As “the b***h who stole everything”

A label that’s unfair

Because you wouldn’t dare

To confront

 

You deny your dark side

It’s so much easier to hide

Behind sensitivity & false humility

You fear your anger

 

You run into the future

Blinded by the past

Trip over your tomorrows

Crying love can never last

Remove your sunglasses

 

You prefer feeling wronged

Wouldn’t want to be too strong

Else how could you complain?

You’d have to heal your pain

What would you write about?

 

You will find a love that’s free

When you accept responsibility

For being one to cower

In the light of your own power

Respect yourself!

 

 

Pity party?  Puhlease!