My Own Personal Hell

What have I created?

I look in the eyes of the devils kin everyday,
	yet it has not fazed me until that day.

This man, 
	who claims to love and care for me,
Has brought me to tears more than I can count

But you see,
	I’ve made him this way
					he claims.

I am ungrateful.
I am selfish.
I am rude.
I am a dishonorable person.

I am untrustworthy.
I am narcissistic.
I am unclean.

But you see,
	this man has sinned more than me.

This man speaks of stories that 
	are far to gruesome for anyone to hear.

I’ve made him this way,
		he claims.

Yet he speaks that he was like this
	before I was a thought.

It was as if the devil came to his hospital room and claimed him as his own.

This man, 
	who I cannot seem to understand.

Seems to not understand me as well.

What have I created.
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