You.
You made me like this.
You filled me with this hatred.
Not only towards you,
lots of it goes to me.
I hate myself.because of you.
Is this what you wanted ?
I hate me.
I hate you.
Never Ever will I be like you
I hate you.
But what if I'm too late?
What if all this hatred you gave me
Has already infected others?
You.
You did this.
This is your fault.
YOU ARE READING
poems??
Poetrythis'll just be a few poems I write when I'm bored. I don't really know where else to put them though
