Samantha Cooney

Rookie (10/26/1980 / Indianapolis)

Blame - Poem by Samantha Cooney

All the fingers pointing the blame,
Its all in this neverending name game.

Wanting something more,
But then they see something in me less.

I'm trying to give my very best.

Yelling voices every week,
This seems to be a battle I just can not beat.

Bringing me flowers showing me there is sunlight,
Thoughts keep reoccurring to this awful battle of the the night.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 19, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 20, 2010

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