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This i wrote when I got blamed for something I didn't do in school. I got over it but this is the poem I wrote at the time.
The Blame
As my face goes red
and I meet the accusers eyes
The eyes that the real culprit doesn't
have to meet
My gut tightens and fills
with betrayal. I know that
on the real culprits face
sweat runs down it and
everyone can see that the expression there
is guilt.
But my accuser doesn't see
so the blame is put on me
I could shout ' Look at Her face'
scream it to the world
And win this game.
But I am not a snitch
so the real rat survives
and wins the game
while all I win
is the blame.
By KatieKatlin
 KatieKatlin · Tue May 26, 2009 @ 10:44pm · 1 Comments |
