Some Issues, Are Rooted Deep. Poem by Kevin Cui

He was my first, never felt thrill like that again.
Struck him three times, then strangled him, in my defense
He was almost 19, June 18, name Steven
I'm sorry mother, please the news don't you believe in.
Sorry, I've done some bad things, let me be even

Mother, I'm very sorry, but I've killed again.
Don't remember, intoxicated during the events.
Once again, name was Steven, I might just pretend.
But his body was never found, pretty intense.
But I can't, knowing rents due, I might pay in pence.

It was your fault, the neglect, abuse and trauma.
Can't just blame this on me, you also have your share.
Could've been something better, my iq 140
but it's not fair, you never showed me any care.

Never taught anything, like how to use commas.
And I didn't have anyone to call momma.
never would peel the skin off when I ate a pear.
Would always hit me, and then scared of child care.
You're the fault, that I always slept on the armchair.