Her True Self Poem by Randy McClave

She yelled at me just for fun
But, I didn't walk away or run,
She hollered at me with all of her wrath
But, I still happily followed her path.
She call me some terrible and awful names
But, I still gave her money for her drinks and games,
She called and insinuated that I was a liar
As though my pants were on fire.
She told others that she didn't know me
But, that was only when she had company,
And when mutual friends or acquaintances were near
Of me she would be ashamed and she would disappear.
My name is not on any post
It is as though I am invisible, or unknown or a ghost,
And the only time that she will ever call
It is when she did fall.
She was the woman that I thought that I adored
The desire that I always walked toward,
Now I also heard her swear and accuse and swore
Now, I don't love or want her anymore.

Randy L. McClave