Dear Evil Man
Dear Evil Man,
I dont think it's fair.
Not at all.
Why do you acquire happiness?
I think to myself,
"Why? Why is he given a family?
And a loving wife?
Why is he worthy of living?"
I dont...I can't
Understand you.
You do bad things only an evil man would do
But still, you cradle your sweet, inocent
Child.
Then kiss your wife
Who doesn't and will never know.
Of the evil things an evil man, like yourself, does.
With sympathy, Delia
This poem is about:
Me
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