AngryA Poem by Vidya BacchusWhen you run out of excuses.ANGRY
I made excuses for you at every turn, And polished and pasted, To make your sins seem less than, The monumental treachery that they were.
I am so angry, That you keep proving to me, Just what you really are, And I have run out of excuses.
It is amazing that you cannot see, The way you tear me apart, The way I still yearn to be near you, Even bleeding and broken beyond repair.
To you I am the unreasonable one, And you have erred not at all, I am screaming so loud because I need you to understand, That I have no justification for you.
And I give up, You will never change into the you, That I believed you were, And I have run out of reasons to remain at your side. © 2014 Vidya BacchusAuthor's Note
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Added on April 4, 2014Last Updated on April 4, 2014 AuthorVidya Bacchuspoint fortin, Trinidad and TobagoAboutI am usually a very happy person.I love writing ,I try to write what I feel. more..Writing
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