A stab in the back

There is so much pain So much saddness and hate  Why can't the world just  Unconditionally love Like I do Like we do Like we should do  But we don't  For some odd reason  We hate And judge  For petty things That aren't even worth it  And we aim to harm each other Emotionally  We stab each other  With just our words  But nothing can hurt more  Than being stabbed By someone we love 

This poem is about: 
Me

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