I tried to help people, but it always seemed to fail.
Like nobody wanted me to try, like they were putting up a veil.
I tried to be good, I tried to be great.
But being the good guy turned out to not be my Fate.
I started to hate people instead, I started to despise.
So I put on a persona, and I put on a disguise.
I ended up hurting people much more than I thought I could ever do,
And people loathed me, like I was just a loose screw.
I tried to be the hero once, I tried to be strong.
But instead I was weak, and it made me the villain of my story all along.
~A.T

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Sad Poems
PoetryA collection of poems that may pain you to read, possibly as much as they pained me to write