Treasure Island

Ameed Taha


FML


I hate everything

I hate my life, and everything about it
I hate everyone, that ever existed in it
I'm always invisible to them
Their hate to me grows by the minute

I hate my friends, that pretend to acknowledge me
As all they do is judge my outside, without looking at me
I hate the way they use me as a tool, as I fall for it like a fool
To them, a homeless stray dog, I'll always be

I hate how my family, rejects who I am.
As I stand there refusing to change for them
Always alone as they desert my personality
But, my personality, will always be my rhyme.

I just want to fade away, along with my soul
So I wouldn't hurt any of you, anymore
Death will make peace to you, and me
As I release you from the pain I give you, and you give me.

Submitted: Thursday, July 26, 2012
Edited: Friday, July 27, 2012

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