Torture Poem by Roshaun Beasley
Torture
Everyday is sudden torture.
I show mercy to those that hate me for who I am.
They never appreciate me for what I do for them.
I look into their eyes for sorrow.
All I see is their inner anger in their eyes.
They see me as Satan.
For I am a calm and collected being.
I see now that I am alone.
I trust myself, no one else.
They are my worst enemy.
They are my hateful family.
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4/25/2024 6:00:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
sad/angry poem its good though all familys are messed up :)