John Smith

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?