The World Hates Me
I heard it before
Now I can see it
Every part of me is torn
I've been hated, so be it
Into the abyss, my spirits are poor
I am actually too nice
A trait some don't like
Truths to handle are too harsh
Leaving me with a bruised heart
Loving feelings are now gone
I do respect God
But, why this place he puts me on
For now, I find isolation
As I can no longer take it
The world hates me and I hate it
This poem is about:
Me
Our world