This is a poem I made about Itachi's feelings about killing his clan, this is my first time writing anything, so please R&R so I can improve my writing. Aso excuse my english since it's not my native language

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What have I done?

I ruthlessly killed my entire clan,

the whole house soaked with their blood

What have I done?

Standing there, amused,

amused watching my parents breathe their last breath

What have I done?

Telling my little brother to live hating me,

making him live in a world of loneliness, pain and hate

What have I done?

And here I am,

five years after I killed everyone,

still regretting what I have done,

and in the midst of the night,

only one thing escapes my lips,

"I'm sorry..."