He feels the hate.
The anger, the one that has been there forever.
The people hated him,
He found no love in ones he trusted.
He turned to anger and harm
He would harm himself, the people turned him away not caring.
His heart broke leaving
a shattered soul, nothing left.
A fight being the last thing.
He would always fight and runaway from it all.
Nobody understood.
YOU ARE READING
my poetry
Poetrya little bit of my poetry. not my best. I have never shared it with anybody but my friend.
