By myself I'm used to being
People all around still it's only me that I'm seeing.
Everyone's wants and needs.
I jump to see them through.
When it's time for me and mine there's nothing for me they can do.
I've sat and waited more and more.
Only that sings longer to be stalled.
While everyone thinks only themselves
It's selfish I am called.
I try to keep my mind from total insanity.
And try to put an end to all of the skantity.
Kindness taken and turned to lies, but
Then when they see.
The Cutthroat in me.
Will be there demise.
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My first and only . so far . Poem from anger. Just a bad point in my life at that time. Though. Things have got better since then