Confirmed - Poem by David Burnside
While talking with friends last night. i confirmed what i expected.
She is little miss perfect. not what Jack Daniels did.
They really have no idea what i've been through.
She's the sweet little one. How could she hurt you?
Walk in my shoes. Spend a day in my life.
You could hardly imangine her as a friend. Let alone a wife.
Not asking them to hate her. That could never be.
Just need them to understand the pain she inflicted on me.
She tells them stories of whose to blame, so if they make a choice.
I'll be the one outside the circle. The one with no voice.
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