Ponderings Of An Abandoned Poet Poem by Shiloh Thompson

I will take all the blame,
If only to protect the innocent,
To ensure what happened to me,
Won’t be echoed upon their lives,
I guess some things cannot be,
My time with them is spent,
The day I dreaded came.

Once again friendless,
Pushing away my happiness,
Over something petty and dumb,
But it isn’t my entire fault, you realize,
I know that even when I’m numb,
Rejecting all this nastiness,
This pain is endless.

But if they were true,
Why did they do this to me?
Would they have truly done this?
Why wouldn’t they just talk to me when wronged?
Avoiding subjects is hit or miss,
My happiness they didn’t see,
I guess avoiding is what they do.