We’re friends, even so, I dig in deep, call him out harshly and sharp, rebukes showered
Tell him I despise how so greatly he was a coward
To not confront my anger and wrath, be damned how high it towered
You’re friends with us both, if you hadn’t done nothing for her, did you never think you’d be doing something for me?
Help avoid turning my puddle of shame and hate into this consuming sea?
No regard to that, how could’ve you been so content in your complicit state with my evil against she?
You did nothing as I abused, harassed, otherwise bullied her for, what was it, six weeks or so?
Just watched as I dragged her and I ever more low
Just watched every single time I threw a blow
You should’ve beaten me until I was puking blood and shoved me out of your car into a ditch
So tell me why you didn’t even strike me once, weakling bitch
You definitely had no right to not try to just talk to me and sort out my glitch
But it hurts more living with what I did to her than anything you could’ve done to me, deserved even before my anger emerged, so one part of me would like to believe it’s for the best
But the single knife in my heart is not worth the countless I drove into her back and chest
So I’ll always wonder how you justified your inaction each and every time, how it did not drive you insane and it’ll be a mystery to me how you find any rest
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- Comment from author about the poem: Lost a friend in the middle of last year because of my own wrongdoings. Despite being the one to blame, I got very angry at my former friend and exploded on her for over a month. I never physically harmed her, but got very abusive nonetheless. A mutual friend saw a lot of what I did and, in the past several days, I've been thinking about how he didn't do anything to stop me from attacking another friend of his and why. I'm much over losing that friend and have more or less gotten over the insane shame, guilt and hate I felt for doing what I did, but now another puzzle emerges.
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I'd say you had some serious anger management issues. Seems you are behaving to your mate in same way as you did the first time round.
Unless this is all BS for the sake of a write, I would suggest you take a good look at yourself and start to be responsible for your own behavior.
Some apologies and open ended discussions, perhaps also.....
It's extremely exaggerated for the sake of writing.
The angry twist is more or less just for the poem. I'm more curious than angry as to why he didn't intervene. But I've taken full responsibility and apologized to her. I haven't talked to him about it at all yet.
Go to it, man.
Poetry with a sprinkling of responsibility would also be good...
Check out my poem Shame, Guilt, Hate.
Thanks for that. Did read. Too heavy with emotion for me. I look for calm rationality and empathy in human interaction.
I’m sure we could have rather lengthy debate over approaches to life and human relations….not sure how it would be fruitful, or if any of it would be valid as poetic expression is one thing, real life another.
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