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Wanting to kill that one lonely man,
Waiting with the sharp killing fan.
But one in your family loves him so.
Hating him, making him your worst foe.

Hoping your emotions sort themselves soon.
Do you love him or are you a goon?
Hating and fearing one you've always known.
You heart apart, needing to be sewn.

Craving to tell someone what you've done.
You tell one person, but they ignore you and run.
Again you try, ready to cry.
After they listen, you're waiting to die.

They hold you close, safe and warm.
Only in your heart, is a wild storm.
Thinking people will never understand.
In this one poem, my feelings are bland.