Pour On Me Poem by Isaac Maez

I seem to have ups and downs
Wrong, hell no, right, what's right?
We want to point the finger at injustice
Yet the unjust live at home
Blame me, blame you
Confused, misused, pent up pain...again
Why do you persist on lying a live?
Actions will always spill your heart
Blind to your weakness
Eyes open wide to my tripping
Pour your pain out on me, as if I have no pain
hardened by hate, yet embraced in love