Poem By asia vaniver

I realize why I'm so
angry.It's them who
make me so angry, mean
or as they say evil.
It's them who make
me so violent.
Them who make me
do these things that
make them dilike me so.
In there eyes, the things
I do are always wrong
unless it benefits them.

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