guilt trip

You try to use me,

my poetry.

I can't turn it on and off

but I don't think you understand.

You try to use guilt to make me work for you

it tears me up inside

I fucking hate this life,

I wish you could just leave me be

I don't want to even look at you,

I don't want you to look at me,

I would rather die than have you continue to do this

I hope you relize what your doing to me.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I hated stuff while I wrote this

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heh, ur so me! lol... uh, the male form of me ;) I like this poem!