Hatred.
Who is the first person to mind?
A parent?
A sibling?
why when I see this word
Am I the only on thought of?
Why do I dispise that child in the mirror?
Why does my only true friend seem to be a blade?
These thoughts rush through me as I lay myself to sleep.
Hatred.
Why is it only me...
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem