
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