This is a terrible poem, written in about five minutes. I was just trying to write something from my son’s perspective. Although I’ve written a few cool poems, poetry is just not my thing. It doesn’t flow from me easily, and when it does, you can see the results aren’t great. However, I do feel that I captured my teenage son pretty well which was the main goal.
The Blame Game
I don’t understand
Why you blame me for everything.
I don’t understand
Why it so hard for you to see.
I don’t understand
Why it’s always my fault.
I don’t understand
Why you make me take the fall.
I don’t understand
Why you can’t see what I’m going through.
I don’t understand
Why it’s always one against two.
I don’t understand
Why you think you’re always right.
I don’t understand
Why you want to make us fight.
I don’t understand
Why you insist on pushing me away.
YOU don’t understand
That I’m going to be gone someday.
Overcoming My Ink Monster 
Oh man. Felt this one in the gut.
Maybe you could try starting up again in July? If you want to? You’re already 6 or 7 days in…so you’re ahead of the game.
I’m starting up again today hence the sudden burst of replies. It’s been a long couple of weeks with very little sleep, grading, visiting family, and the end of the school year. My summer vocation officially began today, so here I am working on my writing. Oh, how I’ve missed it.