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I wrote this I'd say, two years ago....when I discovered something so important about myself that someone chose to keep from me, or not really explain...

I'm not a big fan of unexpected surprises

so don't blame this all on me.

(You're the one who lied.)

This chipped image of perfection

has grown bigger and torn into my side.

The shock is now dormant in my body,

but anger still courses through my veins.

How could you do this to me?

Giving me more reasons to not believe

in me, in you, or in us.

I'm not who I thought I was,

and it's f*****g killing me.

There's no such thing is a half-truth

but there's a difference between hearing and listening

So you heard me...but you never listened.

After this....I'm never going to hear your voice again

We never understood each other anyway

But then, did you ever make an effort to?

Reviews

[Silver_Moon]

I can feel your anger through your poetry. A lot of hurt, I can tell. Is it from your own experience? Whether or not it is, it is a nice strong poem.

Good write! Keep up! :)