guilt

Don’t tell me to love you.

Don’t tell me to care.

I can’t fill my being

With things that aren’t there. 

Don’t tell me I’m selfish

It’s just how I’m built.

Don’t tell me we’re destined

It drowns me in guilt.

Don’t tell me “try harder”

Don’t beg like a pup.

Don’t dream up a future

And get your hopes up.

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Comments (1)

  1. RRoe

    It has to be good for both as your poem states.

    May 02, 2016