The me I hate
I hated who I was with you.
Weak, pathetic,
no original thought of my own. There was no me.
There was no us.
There was only you,
and what you wanted.
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PoetrySo much to say. That in itself says a lot. This is a place where I put my poems. Hope you enjoy it.
The Me I Hate
The me I hate
I hated who I was with you.
Weak, pathetic,
no original thought of my own. There was no me.
There was no us.
There was only you,
and what you wanted.
