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It breaks my heart to see how you treat
those around you,
those who love you.
The only people who care if you live or die.
The people who are there for you day and night.
The road you are walking is going to end in tears.
It's odds on favourite
that you'll be spending some years.
Kept at her Majesty's pleasure.
You need to take hold of that pent up anger.
Learn to control it instead of it controlling you.

It's true you've things a child should never have to see.
It's true you've been hurt and you're screaming inside.
But to lash out and hurt your own family,
they will get to the point where they will walk away.
Trying to forget your existence.
And you will grow into a sad, lonely, bitter old man.
Full of regret, if you live that long!
So it's up to you,
you've got it within you.
To turn yourself around and make people proud of you.
You'll have to give up the sniff,
because the come down is terrible,
it turns you into a demented animal.
Prove them all wrong!
All those who have written you off,
those who called you a no hoper,
a waste of space,
a thug and a yob
and an ungrateful bastard.
Show them the real you,
that is hidden inside there.
Because it breaks my heart to see how you treat
those around you,
those who love you.
Because you are better than that.

(Bitter is a poem to a young person I know)

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