As i rest from endless crying, filled with sadness i feel like dieing <br />from the words i hear from her, told that i am nothing <br />nothing to this pusedo-respectful life, my verbal ways fill her with spite <br />but her painful words fill her with glee, the pain from her she cannot see <br />so i sit upon the inquiry is this who im meant to be... <br /> <br />so when shes gone i sit and wonder, if my ways will bring under <br />and should rid myself of the infections that molded me <br />though she says some awful things, the truth is there within the seams <br />so in my mind the inquiry, of how this madness came to be <br />is this who im meant to be... <br /> <br />though some actions do have reasons, but truth to her is act of treason <br />that the pain we suffer is from both our tyranny <br />were both to blame for love gone bad id do anything for love we had <br />we both are horrible and equally mean, so i sit and ask the inquiry <br />is this who im meant to be... <br /> <br />remembering days of how it was, our perfect desirable endless love <br />now rotted away like a garden left untouched <br />makes no sense on who to blame, the fighting brings us both to shame <br />in a home of vile misery, a love thats turned to tyranny <br />i ponder on the inquiry is this who im meant to be... <br /> <br />our verbal fighting has no end, a messege both we try to send <br />while smuthered by the dangerous deadly sin of pride, <br />no one stops to admit the wrong, a endless fight to be prolonged <br />both to weak to just say sorry, and to get the hatchet to go bury <br />still no answer for the inquiry of was this who im meant be<br /><br />joseph juarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/meant-to-be-34/
