You
Iāve always had difficulty
with men who claim different stories.
Difficulty with men like you.
Because your version of robbing a bank,
includes the two of us.
And only half would be accused.
And only half walks away bruised.
But you walk away with more words to cuss
because youāre the guilty one.
Iām the one accused.
Youāre the one who got away.
Iām the one abused,
because you didnāt want me to betray.
How can I betray you
if you canāt betray me?
Because Iāll tell the truth,
you donāt have loyalty.
You have many masks,
and each time you shed another.
You give everyone else the tasks
that you wouldnāt bother.
The two of us worked out quite well,
Thatās why youāre in prison,
and Iām unwell.
Next time just listen.
Now youāre out again,
and you got some nerve.
You are the most inhumane,
thatās a small thing Iāve observed.
You are evil,
and you are rotten.
You are lethal,
and, now, you are forgotten.
So donāt you dare ask me, yet again,
āWhen did I, a man, become a monster?ā
āāāāāāāāā
This was a, by far, interesting poem. It kinda went all over the place, but I like it because itās my honest take on this prompt. Thanks for reading!