Rant Poem by Celt Merlyn

And you sit
And tell me I’m at fault
You are the wounded one, the victim
The tears running down
You shake

And I stand beside you
Telling you how right you are
Nodding and crying myself
I shake

And I am mad
At you, for playing the martyr
And me, for taking your abuse
Again. Again.
We stumble

And I know
I am not wrong this time
Or anytime
I have feelings too
We fumble

I don’t know how much more of this I can take
I am not the bad one here, my crimes are illusions in your mind
You still don’t realize how much I gave for you; how far past the boundary of myself I flew.

I am trying to keep it together.

But I have wounds of my own, most inflicted by you.

I HAVE DONE NOTHING WRONG! ! !
I’VE NEVER CHEATED, NEVER TRIED TO HURT YOU, I WORSHIP YOU LIKE A GODDESS AND THIS IS MY REWARD?

And all I want
All I ever asked for was to be understood
A bit of compassion and respect
I gave my best for you
And I can’t say I love you anymore