Hatred Poem by Nii C

Whatever I try, I hurt those dear to me
What wonderful thing friends must be
They weigh on me, all of my deeds
Tho most of the time it clearly leaks
Out of me that I am different
How could I ever be a good friend?

One could just learn from past mistakes
But until now it has been made clear
That I cannot change, never awaits
The next action, its effects I fear

I am weak, but act tough
I am dumb, but play smart
I talk, and fake laugh
I manipulate, play with your hearth

I am a fraud, trash, scum
I am an empty shell, nothing behind
It wasn't ever unlike, since I was young
There is nothing inside