Misused

It isn’t usual for me to say,

I can relate to how you feel

but often when I read a poem

I think of someone real

It hurts me more to think of

how she could so relate,

to the anger and the ire,

of a poem about pure hate.

than when I read one all about

being lonely and confused

because despite all of my troubles

It was she who was misused.

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