Hate

left feeling that her life is a mess

thinking, "There's not a person in the world that can deal with this stress!"

the burden upon her back makes life a little harder than the rest

And...

this stress she detests

constantly causes a pain in her chest

a pain that worsens with every breath

she takes.

as she fakes

that smile

Hoping....Praying

that this facade will get her through the last leg of this mile

what pitiful hopes and prayers,

nothing but false hopes and false dreams.

nightmares seem to be the only thing to which she can relate

And now

she's wide awake

up at 3 o'clock in the morning writing a poem

of which,

the only title that seems to fit is "Hate."