Guilty
The thought of you makes my blood boil
It even makes my intestines curl up in a coil
I have never felt this hatred for no other
Only one person could ever love you and that is my poor mother.
The only amends I have is that I'll do better
I'll work so hard that you'll see me sweat even in cold weather
So take one finally good look
The next time you'll see me is in the history books.
March 8th 2016
- Shane Pillay
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