Uncontrollable Rage

I spit my words at you with anger.

You point and yell .

It was one mistake,

Yet you hold me to blame.

Do you want me to feel ashamed?

 

You bring him up,

Yet you don't even understand.

Sure he is still your son,

Doesn't mean you have to hold his hand.

 

What he did ,

You know was wrong.

It feels like you believed him

All along.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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