My Mess

Technically, I was the one who started this,

I opened up,

Spilled my soul.

Others unhappy with my truth,

How it unearthed bad blood.

They had to face their flaws through my eyes.

But it left me alone and friendless.

As they all turned their backs on me one by one.

Wounded by my words,

Totally ostacized.

Unfriended on social media,

Considered toxic.

I hurt everyone beyond repair,

Though it was never my intention.

Once things were said,

Though I tried,

They wouldn't let me take them back.

My words,

My mess,

And I'm left with the wreckage.