Am I harsh
because I gaze at your faults with disdain?
because I don’t have the grace for your pain?
Am I bitter
because I refuse to walk in your shame?
I am not to blame.
You made your bed.
Now get in it.
Don’t scorn something you committed.
I was not there, it was not me.
So don’t cry and pull your hair out when I leave.
If you are sorry, if you are sad
Think about my hurt, why I’m mad.
Think about the betrayal that you caused
It’s your nails driven into my palms.
So I feel nothing at the cause of your alarm.
Nothing at your outburst.
I gave you everything, my very best.
You gave me your absolute worst.
I have no forgiveness left
In my heart,
Anything left is frozen.
So an icebox my heart will stay;
and you made me this way.
So don’t call me bitter
Or beg me to stay…
I will walk alone,
forever in my own way.