Disaster Poem by Loraine Lotter

Tell me what I’ve done wrong.
Scared of what I’ve become?
Disbelief’s playing on your face.
I must be such a disgrace,
‘cause I’m done getting kicked around.
And now I stand my ground.
You must feel so proud
to have made me.

There’s an instability.
It’s building up in me.
With you I’m a disaster.

So now you’re taunting my soul,
got me losing my last hope.
Staring at me in disdain.
You’re like sarcasm to my throat,
‘cause I feel it piercing through.
All this time it was you,
and you must feel so proud
to destroy me.

There’s an instability.
It’s building up in me.
With you I’m a disaster.

‘Cause I feel it piercing through.
All this time it was you.
‘Cause I feel it piercing through.
All this time it was you,
and you must feel so proud
to have destroyed me.