Misery

Some days I wonder what we stood for.

You, the voice that spoke instead of me;

I was forced to flee, my feelings sore.

 

Depressed by how it had been before

The light faded from our youthful eyes

Some days I wondered what we stood for.

 

Convinced I had to bring forth much more

I became just like you, just a shell.

I was forced to flee, my feelings sore.

 

We smiled, but shook down at the core

We laughed, but you were never happy

Some days I wonder what we stood for.

 

You wanted us to be friends--you swore

But failed to see your effects on me

I was forced to flee, my feelings sore.

 

Each day you asked me for help you tore

A hole in my chest I could not fix

Some days I wonder what we stood for.

I was forced to flee, my feelings sore.

This poem is about: 
Me

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