Manipulating, scheming lass
How could I let her so,
Break me down, and work my thoughts
Then watch her grow and grow
And as she took my energy
And used it for herself
I got weaker, down much deeper
And suffered with my health
Oh, she played a clever game
For her, I'd respect and trust
Little things I let her do
Was cos I wasn't fussed
And how she couldn't justify
She never took the blame
twas always someone else's fault
Excuses, always lame
Oh yes, I know I've been a fool
Trusting words, instead of actions
But never once did I expect
Bombardments of infractions
All's been said that can be said
Something in me's died
But I least can hold my head up high
And walk away with pride
And as I follow along life's path
Carrying lessons I have learned
I hopes she carries a few herself
to stop more fingers being burned
Very well written and meaningful to those who have been abused. The flow was good as was the rhyming. I enjoyed the read. Lynn
This is an excellently well written poem - really enjoyed reading it. SG xo
; And how she couldn't justify She never took the blame twas always someone else's fault Excuses, always lame' i like this part the most nicely done and sounds like have an intristing life
i guess adeline doesn't know you the way i know you vanessa. BUT it could have been a granddaughter perhaps. i like it. i don't understand the wording of: And how she couldn't justify i 'love': Bombardments of infractions.....a great line! i suspect that the line: But I least can hold my head up high is meant to read But at least I can hold my head up high am i correct? or is it an english way of saying what i believe you mean? the way you wrote it sounds as though you are very unable to hold your head up high/be comfortable with yourself; i don't THINK that is what you mean. IS it? thanks for sharing. bri
All the way through I thought it would end up a grand-daughter or so. Sort-of let me down. Adeline
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a great well written poem, and it's great when we rise our heads up again, , keep it up vanessa, regards, Faith..