I Needed to Vent

Not my fault

When I was younger, I was used to being made fun of,
I considered myself another victim of society,
Time passed, I grew up, without feeling love,
That void increased up until now, full of anxiety.

However, I realised one thing, one of the mainly reasons of why I am the worst,
It was because I started treating everyone as I was been treated,
I was becoming the abuser one, not caring who I hurt,
But in the end I don't care, I shall continue being hated.

But nothing of all this is my fault,
Society has the blame of making me like this,
It is because of society that I am lost,
And that when I die I won't be missed.