One of my poems....
You look at me, so wounded
Like the world has just ended
Telling me about how I was selfish
Rotten, not a thought about how you felt
You rip my sensitivities to pieces
Just because I did not react like you wanted
Didn’t give you what you wanted
Did not behave like you wanted!
So I crawled back into my safely guarded walls
Smiled coldly your way
And told you what you wanted to hear
I am cold and unfeeling,
Self-centred and thoughtless
I am who you say I am
For I will not let you see
How much of me you’ve offended and hurt
By not wanting me for who I am
And not understanding how I work
Not taking blame for your own shortcomings
I am who you say I am
And I’m glad to be of service
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