Angry and frustrated he walks out
Not sure what the argument was about
Things were said that were wrong
Like it wouldn’t be bad if he was gone
Emotional blackmail was played on him
He was tempted to use it on them
But games like these are not to be played
He left them at schools back in the day
To hell with it, he’s off to the pub
He’ll have a drink to ease the rub
Why oh why do they argue with him
Using his mind as a punch-bag again
Had enough of all these games
Always him he feels to blame
It would be easier if he just took off
Then see what happens when he’s gone
But emotional blackmail would be used again
Saying he’s being selfish to all of them
Whatever he does he’ll never be right
In these endless games they continue to fight
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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