Myself. Poem by Sandra jacks

What kind of a
Person,
Am I.....
Am I kind and calm...or am I not at all..
This game has gone on far to long..
And now it kind of feels like....

Hell....

What went wrong....
My story was imperfect...
I tried to make it look so perfect...

I was young and I still am...
I was betrayed and left and grew in hate...
Then I betrayed and left... And hated
I was manipulated
So now I manipulate...
It used to be a game I'd play....

And I would hate it.....

I have that kind of face though..
The kind that people want to trust....people want to trust me...
Why? ? ? ? .? ? ? ?

I look like that kind of person...

Maybe I am...

But then again....