A Pity Poem by Althea Tan

Oh dear, it's a pity,
I guess you'll be an adversary.

I tried to tell you, but you just wouldn't listen.
Ears covered by lies, and eyes by deceit

You liked their flowery words, voices filled with rose petal ashes.
See how you like me now, throwing shards of broken glasses.

Skin ripped, blood dripped,
They say you gotta use your head.

We could dance all night on the high glass roof, but one of us would fall.

Head bashed, skull cracked,
Woe you who wouldn't listen.

Limbs snapped, leg not attached,
Skull splattered on the pavement.

Is it too late to say 'I told you so'?
Oh well, what a pity.