I wrote this poem about a month or so ago.

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I stepped out of the door and saw a change
I saw the hate of a man, and felt estranged
Oh however did he get worse!
By his love of hate, he has become a curse.

When disaster strikes he steals,
When people are in pain he kills,
Let not anyone be a burden on him
for his own comfort is his pleasurable sin

His life has become a dwelling of pride
For others eyes he strengthens his stride
Can't he see what he is doing to the other!
He loves his things but despises his brother

His friends mean no more that to entertain
His service is crippled by his love for fame
But, the hardest thing I learned from the man I call he
Is that, this wicked man, makes up me.

Dr. Jekyll, we have Mr. Hyde on line two.

The last two lines are a bit awkward, but I like the feel of the poem.

LOL! I like the Dr. Jekyll thing good observation!

Nice write...

good write, i guess we all feel like that sometimes, just ask Bruce Banner

Sometimes seeing ourself is not allways
a pretty picture, but what we do with that
information we see can be...
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