What do you think of this poem I made?

...If it is a poem... But it's got a rhythm.

It's based on a character I made for a story:

I thought then,

I could not see

My existence,

an abject tragedy

Becoming,

That tortured sadist

laughing out loud

To that misshapen crowd,

the ones, those ones,

in my head

I knew they were

the ones, those ones,

who could end me.

That moment

under the Sun I covered up

But they were all blinded,

couldn't see

Couldn't foresee

Gave me mercy,

mercy?

Drowning in sorrows,

darkened for morrows

I who am,

The weeping man,

Feels, feels all

Your suffering

is my suffering