Hatred
I Hate my minds' thoughts
I Hate what I've been taught
I Hate how I Live as if I'm grateful just to sin
My minds in a spin
I Hate how it wont stop
If you Reap what you Sow
I'm Disappointed with my Crop
I Hate that long clock
I Hate those long tocks
But there's not much to do because this time will never stop.
I swear I Hate pain-I'm pretty sure I Hate sadness
Because of past actions, I Don't believe in Laugen
OR smiling, Whole world behind me,
But as I Try to move on I see it try to appear beside me
Hiding
Coming Out Quietly, So when I think their gone its like- they appear WILDLY
Tying me down- I cry and Weep
Struggles Keep Depriving me
Of who I really am, so its like the mirror Lies To me
Believe me.
Im wide awake just Tiredly
I advocate for problems because problems just inspire me
Desiring Everything
Knowing nothing's close,
Lost in my Mind, so no need to Hate Hope
So Sore With Weight on My shoulders
Tryna be a soldier, have a warm heart, with hate seeing the world's colder.
Daily
Keeping Feelings inside like the paper of a Folder
I swear I Hate Pain
Im pretty Sure I Hate Sadness
I carry my Hate,
Keep it bundled in a basket
Hate looking in the mirror, praying Glass turn Plastic,
But id still see myself, just less, I Hate Masking
The obvious
I Hate that elephant in the room
But he's too big to be Moved.
So I Hate what I say, from my Thoughts creating Moods.
Where is the Love?
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