This has probably happened to all of us at one time in our lives. We tell someone something hoping it stays confidential and trusting they won't tell anyone. But they do. This poem isn't about what I told them but it's about how I was miserable and angry at that person for so long that I couldn't live my life, but I forgave them and I felt better. Sounds cheesy but whatever.

Every time you talk to me

I think I might be sick.

Because of what you did to me

I know you're just a prick.

I thought I could trust you

But that mistake was mine.

And all the crap you put me through

Has made my life decline.

But eventually I let it go

And I decided to live.

And I wish you wouldn't still say "Hello"

But it's ok because I have chosen to forgive.

The End

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