Self-Sabotage
August 20th, 2009View Comments
Who has fault, blame
for the state of my life
other than me,
so I can point my finger?
Laying off the burden of
my sorry weakened state
I’ll cuss and swear and rant
”That son-of-a-bitch!”
I’ll give that person
what bitter piece of my mine
I can spare, when I’m not
cleaning up the mess I’m in.
Of course there’ll be threats
to tell everyone, loudly,
how much they suck
and hung me out to dry.
“Don’t trust that fake-ass bastard!”
So, you can understand why
I’m so frustrated and
having to hold my tongue—
it’s because my life’s assailant
is none other than I.
©2009 by Shari Lynne Smothers
