I told myself I hate my brother
because he's pretending to be sad
but the truth is
I hate him for doing the thing I could never do;
he told someone about what's wrong
and now I'm told to treat him with love,
love that I don't have.
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Poetry Collection
PoetryTheres a mix of poems in here, sad poems, memory poems, happy poems. All of them are something special to me. Enjoy