Isiah Morales Poet Dramatic Monologue

The grief of greed

I hate. I hate. I hate. 
You aren't me. 
I hate. I hate. I hate. 
You don't want to be me. 
I hate. I hate. I hate. 
Through hell, I've earned it all. 
I hate. I hate. I hate. 
You dont need it, I do. 
I hate. I hate. I hate. 
What's yours is mine. 
I hate. I hate. I hate. 
You dont deserve it, It shouldn't be yours. 
I hate. I hate. I hate. 
Let go of it, it's mine. 
I hate. I hate. I hate. 
Give up on it, what's mine will always be mine. 
I hate. I hate. I hate. 
Death to all of you but mine- I will grasp it. 
I hate. I hate. I hate. 
I dont care about you- mine! mine! mine! 
I hate. I hate. I hate. 
Shhhhh, forfeit yourself- it has always belonged to me. 
I hate. I hate. I hate.

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