Behind The Scenes Poem by MacKenzie Ethridge

The words you say hurts my brain.
The things you do give me pain.
Why does life gotta go this way?
When things go bad...
I get sad
BUT
You get mad!
Every word you say is a stab at my heart.
You keep saying we will be apart.
But I know you're only doing this cuz you drink.
All you do is say I don't think.
Somedays you say im good as gold, but other days imma idiot!
In case you didn't know, things like that leave stains.