I hate you Zach

They are not here to hurt us

They're supossed to be here for love

Now it doesn't feel like enough

Punished. Beaten. Abused.

They used us up

Now who am I?

Look at me and see what you have done!

It is I who now suffers and who cries

And it is I who now fears

But I am better than you

These tears will not be for you

Not anymore

The power is mine

The power is ours.

This poem is about: 
Me

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