Poems??

𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

It gets difficult sometimes,

how can I not think about those crimes,

ones I committed, big and small

ones that raised me but made others fall,

I'm not a good person, believe me,

its all manipulation and treachery,

to get the love I want and need,

yes, I'm desperate enough to taunt others and pay no heed,

leeching them of their sympathy,

making them think I deserve it, that empathy,

call me not an angel, but a monster,

for I am nothing but a person hungry for love, an innocent imposter.