we feel the worst,
sane with no cure,
cursed to hear their opinion.
of course we feel the violence,
shame for picking at our skin,
but they do whatever they want,
they continue, cheat, and win.
i fucking hate you,
but i'm a liar.
i fucking hate you,
you're the last of our desires.curse you,damn you,and fuck you too.
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niceee. write.
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Thank you. :3
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lolz. The womanispissedoff category says it better than I ever could, I think.
I like how the ' I fucking hate you,/ but I'm a liar' kind of contradicts itself. Like what the speaker is saying is only out of spite and malice, obviously because someone or something has upset the presumed 'her'. I'm still trying to figure out what the second stanza is talking about. Like I understand what it's saying, but I can only guess to whom it's referring. I first thought it was the government, or perhaps a generalization of a type of person based on some outstanding characteristic.
Either way, it's angry, face-paced. Great structure and it captures the essence of a woman in the process of being scorned.
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This is a very beautiful although angry poem. It's amazing.
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And thank you~ <3
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