Coming To Terms Poem by Daniel Brown

I'm angry for what you took,
I know I played my part
I realize it was likely my fault...
But when I'm angry, I blame you
You stole my connection,
My ability to be intimate,
My ability to feel,
& sacrifice,
& owe,
Be grateful,
Be filled up...
You stole the good parts of me,
That I have such a hard time finding
But with you they came out easily
With you though...
I was still hollow,
Empty,
Bitter,
Angry,
Nervous,
Anxious,
Hurt...
I'm angry for what you took,
& I guess for the things you couldn't give
That I can only feel for myself...
So I guess...
I'm angry at who I am