Poem

Authors Message; This is a poem. Yes Megan_Miller1300 is attempting at writing a poem... yes... so be gentle in critiquing me!

Also this is "A Rant" it was assigned to me in my Creative Writing class and I thought it turned out "O-kay" so I wanted to get your guys opionion on it! So PLEASE! Vote, Comment and READ!!! Thanks... now that I'm done with my pre-rant, I'll RANT! THANKS!

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 Monster...

Rage...

Slicing into me like a knife, your words are daggers pointed at me. It may make a wound it might even bleed but your words don’t affect me! I will them not to, it’s just you, you are nothing do with me! Even when you don’t say anything my hate is like bile rising in my throat.
I don’t know why you affect me so much, you're just one person! The one person I try to run from the person I want absolutely nothing to do with! I don’t want to know you, nor will I ever want to!
Missed opportunities for you but I’m the opposite I’ll go somewhere! I won’t be like you!
I may have questions about you but I burn them away with the rest of my memories of you. They shall die tonight, nothing of you left in me. I destroy you by destroying them.
Theres nothing good about you, except that you left cowardly like you were never there. That’s all I’ll think of you, is being a coward. But I’m glad you left.
In a sick masochistic way I thank you after my rage I realize you molded me into this through my hate. My hatred made me not go on a hating rage and have multiple people on it, no you have the one and only spot on my hate list, you bare it all. And with silence, except for a year ago when you had enough gall to call my home, where I felt most safe, my sanctuary. You broke through the giant wall and stole something, my safety. For doing this my hate grew and shield me like the wall was supposed to, you might only be one man but you know every button to push, even string to pull and where to hit me where it hurts. The way you work is like some futuristic robot, except you went mad, evilly grinning you hide back in the shadows.
I’m not perfect but I have goals, I don’t want to scheme or manipulate people to get what I want, I don’t want to break laws I want to help uphold them! All you are is a monster in a nightmare, at least I can wake up to reality. Reality is say from you, with my friends and my real family. They were there when I needed them they didn’t leave at all the right moments, they were monsters or evil. Sure everyone has their moments but they can clearly define reality and dreams, you never were in reality from the get-go you were gone, away with the sickness eating at your brain making you go into a killing frenzy.
Life, I’ll live instead of decomposing like you, I won’t lie, steal, cheat or kill like you! The memories are like a different life, a wrong one. I run even in my dreams I run, barefoot in the dark, a monster biting at my heels, the walls close  and the monster shows its face, why am I surprised it’s you?
She might miss you even still love you but I hate you, despise you with every bone in my body! Your name reeks of must and rust, stained and bloodied. I hope the guilt kills you. Not of me and her but of what you’ve done, the families you've torn apart and the parents who had to bury their children.
But I thank you, because with this hate I’ll never be like you.