The Crazy Poem

SNAPPED!!


Now there is nothing left

But the fallout

What will come

Of my actions of rage

I thought I could control my temper

Should’ve walked away

Over estimated my gage

Had one too many of her

Out of pocket comments

The finger pointing

Hypocrisy

Nothing wrong when you do it

But turn it around

I am treated like a criminal

Shoot at sunset

51/50

Tattooed on her back

But she claims she sane

And it’s just me

Breaking point reached

One of us has to go

As she baits me to hit her

Even striking me first

I raise my hands in defense to block the blows

She runs into the bathroom crying

Locked the door

Called the cops

Saying I beat her

And they took me away

Now in the present

Here I am

Sitting in jail

Waiting for bond

I need to stop attracting crazy



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