Found a poem tonight that I wrote on June 4th, 1999. I know what I wrote it about, but the cool thing about poetry, is that you can interpret it any way you like.

Wind sweeps the tears back
hiding my pain from view
no one will ever see
the extent of my hate for you
You know that you should be silent
to help out everyone.
But you won't be satisfied until your knives are thrown.
Amazingly you continue to be
the biggest thorn in my side,
But for everyone else...