The Blame Game
Life is a hard game to play, It forces you to comply with Its way, Every day without pay.
Those who live life claim your choices matter, But in reality they tear and tatter, turns out nothing you did in life ever mattered.
They expect you to turn and face the fight, and scold you when you take flight, all because you lacked the might to claim what's right.
They expect no lies, but when they lie you're the one who dies while they rise. Using your grave to rave about their cause without pause.
Yet if you die by your own hand, they band together, and brand you damned and hound you for taking the only escape you found,
When in reality, they're the ones who framed you and blamed you and shamed you, for playing the game that they forced upon you.
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Poems of a Broken Heart
PoetryDisclaimer: This book contains poems written based off of sensitive life experiences I've had, and may be triggering. Reader discretion is advised. This is a book of poems, based off of my personal experiences in life. Please be kind as these poems...
