Visual Arts + Creativity

Poetry

Second hand hurt and bias


With every woe you share 
With every sorrow you tell

You load me with a pain I can not bare 
Lessons from mistakes not mine 

You taint my view of the world 
Beer goggles filled with hurt 

So now I'm left wading through 
Trying to decipher the good from the imagined 

The unintentional hate you've placed 
That won't let me see 
The good in him, 
him,
Or any of them

- I never should have been in between
    - I'm not your diary, I never was. 
          - A daughter scorned
              



B.B. John