Better-Hating Myself for Hating Another
Date: ?/?/00
When did I become jealousy's puppet?
Hate what you can't have, isn't that what they say?
I am so much better than that.
I thought I wouldn't be that way.
I want to believe I'm better,
Beyond the petty, insignificant drama.
I've read that script to the letter.
Now I'm the star of my own sad trauma.
My old stoicism ripped and beaten
my emotions run about unchecked.
Like those I thought were so far below.
I would be better if my mind wasn't a wreck.
I thought I was better than human,
I've fallen down, fallen into what I am.
Still can't justify the hate that is looming.
I was so much better than what I have become.
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