Unfair Punishment
For many years,
I have been insulted left and right.
My memories tight
with the vise grip of guilt and shame.
After everything that has been done,
am I really the one to blame?
Still to this day,
I beat myself up.
Starved myself.
Just because of the fingers pointing at me.
Whether it is true or false,
it never mattered to me how old I did it or when I did it.
A bad deed is a bad deed.
I should be left out in the open and bleed.
Yet, there are some people like him...
Shrug off their sins.
Easily say the words: "I have never forgotten"
when all is said and rotten.
An almost cooked body,
filled with nothing but remorse.
Yet, his fake words are still believed when spewed without force.
I have punished myself in more ways than one.
Why is he the one having fun?
Someone who is not allowed to forget that I did wrong.
And, he gets to live another night to throw around rose petals and become someone's "casanova."
-Snow that Flutters down like Feathers
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Hello my readers, I am Snow that Flutters down like Feathers. I am a poet on Gaia Online and Tumblr. I have been writing since 2013.
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