The Scam

#creative writing, #poetry

How could you be so cruel?

when you took my money

and my kindness

You let me say ‘thank you’

over and over again

and never gave

a hint of guilt

as your words fell

on fragile ears

~

You probably thought

how stupid she is

this gullible

sad

pathetic

miserable creature

giving all she had

and all her mother had

~

Taken by the very hand

she made

when you made me lie

straight to her face

~

You made me a fool

sitting on a fence

one gust of wind away

from falling into the abyss

the one

I’ve fought

so long to resist

~

You didn’t even hesitate

when you took it all away

and I am so angry

at you

at me

at every branch

on this pathetic tree

~

Roots dig deep

locking me in place

this self-loathing hell

I’ve tried so hard to escape

~

and so

~

You might have won today

but you will not win my world

for tomorrow belongs to me

this girl

who is more

than fear and her tears

 

-Victim

Two

#creative writing, #poetry

I am deep

so be careful

you might fall straight through me

splitting me in two

~

new pieces

arguing with each-other

not realising

they are on the same side

~

I talk

and you call me Dr Phil

I laugh

but know inside that you are right

to some degree

~

what is wrong with wisdom

living in a girl

not yet thirty?

~

I like to read

and know

more than what

I’ve been trained to understand

~

so stand with me

and watch as I knit

myself back together

with your hands