don't fucking touch me.
get your hands off me.
don't try to love me,
'cause you don't want to.

Don't fucking touch me.
You'll make me crazy.
Don't try to love me.
I fucking hate you.

But, I don't want to.

Myself is dirty.
Don't try to clean me.
Myself is hidden.
You've never seen me.

And, your impressions
of my regressions
are completely inaccurate,
I’m not up for the argument.

I fucking hate you.,
and I don't want to.
I fucking hate you.
I fucking hate you.

And, I don't care
what tomorrow brings.
Because my future is
synonymous with nothing.

Everything I know, and
everything I've learned
has trampled upon everything
I thought that I had earned.

Don't fucking touch me.
I fucking hate you.
I'll never love you.
'Cause I don't want to.

Don't fucking touch me.
You're fucking sick! why can't you see?!
Don't try to rule me.
Don't try to fix me!

I hope you're satisfied!
I hope the others
see you as your act:
the perfect mother.

So, fucking BACK OFF!
And, keep believin'
that I'm just lying, and hate me;
well, now we're even!

Don't fucking touch me.
I fucking hate you.
I'll never love you.
And, I don't want to.

Oh, God, I want to.

Don't fucking touch me.
I fucking hate you.
I won't forgive you.
And, I don't want to.

We tried and failed,
can't live together.
You got your wish, mom --
I'm gone forever.

If I'm dead to you,
well, you're dead to me.
Sorry if you're hurt
by my honesty.

I'd like to love you,
but I don't know how.
Now, we're both happy.
'Cause we're both dead, now.

I fucking hate you, but
I don't berate you, 'cause
I would believe you, if
somebody raped you, and

Mom, I don't need you
and your approval.
If anything, I just
need your removal.

You'll live your life, and
I guess I'll live, too.
At this point, I just...
I can't forgive you.

And, I don't want to.
And, I won't try to.
If I forgive you,
It means I lied to.

That's a poem?

Oh fucker

Another talent I've found.

I like it in a way. I believe you have talent but I think there is more to the poem. I am guessing you wrote this when u were angry. As you can see anger sparks and imagination and turns it into a blazing fire burning happiness and joy and turning them into ashes. I think you would be a great writer if you tamed the fire inside you. Calmed it. And used it to help you write.

The profanity detracts from it.

The profanity detracts from it.

Exactly.