Who to blame?

A poem about part of my process when it comes to some of my writing.

It comes over me.

This anger, this rage.

I subdue my urges.

I write it on a page.

It takes me now.

this sadness, this fear.

I turn inwards

and write what I hear.

I let out my anger

my sadness too.

I write my poems,

just for you.

I hear your pity

I see your fears

your condescension

It is clear.

How can he do it?

what does he feel?

I don't get it.

how is this real?

It must be a lie.

there is so much pain.

he never writes happy.

who is to blame?