A poem I wrote three or four years ago.

I can't stand being around you.

You think I shouldn't cry because it's a weakness.

You think I should be strong when I'm not.

I've been alone until I met you.

And made my life turn upside down.

The way you treat me.

Never respecing me for who I am.

Just always judging my personality.

The way I am.

I'm always telling you that no matter how hard you try, you can never change me.

But you still try.

Anger builds inside of me.

I don't know what to do.

I'm sick of how you treat me like this.

But I'm worried what will happen if I left you.

Two different choices.

But both of great casualties.

For if I stay or if I go.

This will until end up as a bad memory.

For I feel it's too late to change what is done.

And I hope the best shall come of this because even through this choice I have,

I may wonder, do I love you?

The End

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