Throwing Stones

You’re never happy, always mad.
You keep a long list of “My Bads.”
My flaws are labeled with great care.
The most egregious then are shared
With me and then my family.
You detailed them with gleaming glee,
All the while derailing ME,
And eating dinner at their house!
What made YOU such an utter louse?

Did you think it wouldn’t matter
That word bombs caused family scatter?
Your view of me’s become so muddied,
Barbs and cuts have left me bloody.
Consider your house is made of glass,
So I’d suggest YOUR sorry ass
Leaves me and those I love alone,
Or I will soon start throwing stones.

(Thanks to @scottwebb for the photo)

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