by Lawrence S. Pertillar
I refuse to accept it.
Or keep it as a gift,
Anyone insist I get and leaves.
I know what it is like,
To unwrap my burdens on another.
And I've grown up since then,
To understand my problems...
Are up to me to end!
With a sulking deeply felt.
Aided by a brooding,
And a worthlessness of self.
That is spiced with anger,
To put the blame on someone else!
Only prolongs the agony.
Especially when those near it...
Can't bear any longer to hear it!
Fearing a joy they may choose to have,
Makes someone who is unhappy...
Determined to destroy good feelings.
Until everyone around them is as equally sad!
And doing it,
If they have to use megaphones.