The Turd

Tabitha J. Bryson 1973 (Indianapolis, Indiana)



How was I to know it
How was I to hear your song
How was I to feel your heart
When love had gone so terribly wrong?
You got angry & we fought
More & More everyday
Then one day I found out
You never loved me anyway.
Oh! But you loved my money
And the status only fame can bring
You enjoyed the constant shopping
And endless travelling.
When I finally caught on to your scheme
And decided I'd had enough
You threatened to blackmail me
Proving how you're so out of touch.
'Why would anyone believe me'
'How could a woman abuse a man'
You constantly teased & taunted me
Even started attacking my fans.
But you were the abusive one
While I'm the one that suffered all the pain...
Physical beatings, black eyes, a severed finger...
...gaslighting & mind games.
All because I loved you
& was dumb enough to believe your lies
You manufactured our entire relationship
I was in too deep to even realize.
A divorce decree was imminent
I had to free myself from you
Concentrate on saving my career
And repairing my family, too.
There's so much more about this I could say
But what difference would that be to you?
You've made yourself out to be a martyr
Making a career out of the lies & untruths.
But the bitter end is approaching
Karma is coming into view
When all is said & done & it's all over with
Tell me, who's gonna be there for you?!
Font size:
Collection  PDF     
 

Written on April 29, 2020

Submitted by tabbycat_b on June 12, 2021

Modified by tabbycat_b on June 12, 2021

1:18 min read
6

Quick analysis:

Scheme ABCBDEFEGHHHIJGKGLGMNOPQRSTSURVRERPWHRXR
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 1,325
Words 255
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 40

Discuss the poem The Turd with the community...

0 Comments

    Translation

    Find a translation for this poem in other languages:

    Select another language:

    • - Select -
    • 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
    • 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
    • Español (Spanish)
    • Esperanto (Esperanto)
    • 日本語 (Japanese)
    • Português (Portuguese)
    • Deutsch (German)
    • العربية (Arabic)
    • Français (French)
    • Русский (Russian)
    • ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
    • 한국어 (Korean)
    • עברית (Hebrew)
    • Gaeilge (Irish)
    • Українська (Ukrainian)
    • اردو (Urdu)
    • Magyar (Hungarian)
    • मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
    • Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Italiano (Italian)
    • தமிழ் (Tamil)
    • Türkçe (Turkish)
    • తెలుగు (Telugu)
    • ภาษาไทย (Thai)
    • Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
    • Čeština (Czech)
    • Polski (Polish)
    • Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Românește (Romanian)
    • Nederlands (Dutch)
    • Ελληνικά (Greek)
    • Latinum (Latin)
    • Svenska (Swedish)
    • Dansk (Danish)
    • Suomi (Finnish)
    • فارسی (Persian)
    • ייִדיש (Yiddish)
    • հայերեն (Armenian)
    • Norsk (Norwegian)
    • English (English)

    Citation

    Use the citation below to add this poem to your bibliography:

    Style:MLAChicagoAPA

    "The Turd" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 26 Apr. 2024. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/102565/the-turd>.

    Become a member!

    Join our community of poets and poetry lovers to share your work and offer feedback and encouragement to writers all over the world!

    More poems by

    Tabitha J. Bryson

    »

    April 2024

    Poetry Contest

    Join our monthly contest for an opportunity to win cash prizes and attain global acclaim for your talent.
    4
    days
    19
    hours
    30
    minutes

    Special Program

    Earn Rewards!

    Unlock exciting rewards such as a free mug and free contest pass by commenting on fellow members' poems today!

    Browse Poetry.com

    Quiz

    Are you a poetry master?

    »
    The opposite of poetry is _______.
    A Somnolence
    B Literalism
    C Prose
    D Verse