I tried harder than I ever tried,
I cried harder than I ever cried--
but it's never enough to please you,
it's never enough to appease you.
You hate me and berate me, you cruciate me
upon my failures and then drown me in
the blood and tears you draw. Why??
What was so wrong about me,
what didn't "belong" about me?
What did I do that you never did,
what secrets did I hold that you've never hid?
Was it because looking at me was like seeing yourself
descend your own spiral of addiction,
or did I just remind you too much
of your own crucifixion?
Author notes
This is a very loosely-based 'interpretation' of the emotions of someone that I admire...basically someone who was shunned by his friends for an almost hypocritical reason. His name need not be mentioned. If you're a mildly knowledgeable Metallica fan, then maybe you know who? I know, I suck! 
Written January 8th, 2006
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This is really excellent. I just want to ask if you meant to rhyme? If so, you stopped short, but taken in prose, you have a wonderful poem here.
The emotions in this are marvelously portrayed, and the words you have used for this are simple, yet intense. Perfectly wonderful! Hugs, Patricia -
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Wow, very powerful. I loved the last 2 lines, they seem to have a story of their own written in them.
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