How Will I End Poem by Zuleyma Garcia

It didn't took to long to see that what I was doing felt wrong, the feeling of hatred by many including my mother, the feeling of judgement, the feeling of power but most importantly the feeling of regret and hatred towards my self.

I asked my self quite often if what I was doing was right. What was there to loose and what was there to gain.

The gain of power and distrust, the gain of hatred and despair. The lost of family and the gain of the government.

For months now I've felt hopeless, yes they see me smiling, yes they are okay and no they don't seem to care on what's going trough my head. But the real question here is how will I end?