To be used

uh . .. yeah. Here's a bit of poetry

I am not to be blamed.
Maybe if she’d fought harder.
Because I was a good person I was taken advantage of.
She secretly wanted it.
Hatred melts away to pity and soon I am lost.
She should have known the type of person she was.
I will not be scorned for seeing the best in people.
She is just looking for attention.
I am not who I was, but soon I’ll be better.
I will fight to see clearly again.
What you have taken from me will soon return.
I am not broken.

Author's Note

weeelll . . . I dunno. Say what you will. Poetry isn't my strong suit.