American Rot

I am told bitterness and rage and envy are no way to live.

That they’re sins.

That they will only rot my heart and soul.

I can’t be made to care, though.

They’re all I’ve got left.

I envy those i yearn for,

Those unfortunate enough to catch my wretched eye.

I hate them.

And I hate myself for it.

How dare I want?

How dare they be wanted?

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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