What I Did Was Evil

(I got the idea for this fictional poem from a movie.) I hated my neighbor because he had the worst home in town. His house brought the neighborhood's property value down. I did some pretty low things to try to make this man sell. I broke all of his windows and I even sent him hate mail. I wanted him to sell his home and I would not to stop. I even lied and had his dogs taken away by the cops. I told the police that I saw his dogs attack some little kids. I'm in a lot of misery because of the horrible things I did. He cried as the cops took his dogs away. That poor man took his own life that day. I wanted to drive the man to sell his house, not to commit suicide. I haven't been able to forgive myself no matter how hard I've tried. What I did was evil and it was extremely cruel. That poor man is dead because I was a fool.