Why did I have to be born?
My life is sucky
I get punched
strangled
kicked
and whipped
My daily life is a misery
But no one else knows
They think I'm a monster
And they have every right to
With all the stress
What else can I do
But let it out?
I take great pleasure
In making my younger brother suffer along with me
I push him off roofs
Tie ropes around his neck
And anything that makes me laugh
Does it bring me true pleasure?
Perhaps not
But what else can I do?
I even seem to enjoy it a little
Just a little
What's wrong with me
You might ask?
Nothing
I am simply the creation
Of my abusers
~I wrote this poem because of a homework assignment. I was to write a poem in the perspective of an angry jerk called Rano. I would post his story, but it's not mine, so I don't have the right to.~
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Dreamweaver (2017-2021)
Poetry"Dreamweaver: First Poetry Collection" (2017-2021): Book 1 among my poetry collections. If you read my poetry collections from oldest to newest, you'll get to see the evolution and changes my style undergoes over time. However, there is no required...
