by Anakha Anand
All the hate towards a person.
I have a heart
You replaced it with machine and oil
You never had a heart.
You made me cry
You made me hate myself
You should be ashamed of yourself
For laughing at insufferable mistakes
That you have made.
O' Creature, what are you?
Your horrible words that can't be taken back
Revolves in my head all the time
It makes me angry that
I tried to make you well
I tried to be how you wanted
me to be.
I worked hard to please you
and all that I did was to make you
SOUR, bitter, rude and angry.
Creature? What made you like this?
What made you treat everybody you meet
Everyone that you know Hates you,
I tried to be compassionate
But you never stopped hurting me,
It made me yearn for death,
It made me ask forgiveness for the crimes
That I had never even made!
O' creature you never even had a heart,
You made me into a machine
It made me resort to pain
To make me feel normal
To find the old me from inside.
I now am so far away,
I am now happy and relived
That you CREATURE
You are not here with me.