Psycho

some sick deranged violence
almost turned me to a killer.
some motherfucking psycho
almost made me who he was.
some heartless sufferer
gave his suffering to me
and i almost passed it on
to the innocent.
you could have made me
hateful,
and i believe you did.
but not hateful as you
with all your cruelty
i somehow managed
to overcome.

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