I'm not feeling bad for myself,
I'm just thinking of the truth.
I am,
Like how my mother,
Thinks of herself.
I am a toxic human.
I have hurt many people,
I'm the last three weeks.
I have hurt my mother,
Everyday.
I have hurt a friend.
I have hurt my unrelated uncle.
I have also hurt someone,
Who used to mean the world to me.
I have hurted,
My uncle's love.
She now hates him,
And it's my fault.
I'm sorry,
But I am toxic.
What if I put an end to it?
But then,
I'll be the one hurting.
Plus others would be hurting also.
How else am I going to discard,
My toxic waste?
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Short Poems
PoesiaWritten: October 23, 2017 By: Jessica Thompson Short poems put together through time December 19, 2016 to current days. So please enjoy, they are my thoughts, and feelings, and everything.
