Smoking Gun Poem by Clive Blake

Who ruined my confidence,
Who trampled my young dreams,
Who turned the signpost around,
Who undid all my schemes?

Who was responsible,
Who held the smoking gun,
My parents, my teachers, my friends,
Could I afford to trust anyone?

Who deterred me from trying,
Who played on my self-doubt,
Who kept me on the outside,
Who locked my brave heart out?

I looked all around me...
Accused everyone,
But no one would admit to holding...
The smoking gun!

Who helped make me a loner,
Who turned well-wishers away,
Who spawned paranoia,
Who kept loved ones at bay?

I glanced in the mirror,
When a glance wasn't planned,
To see with disbelieving eyes,
The smoking gun... in my hand!