Malika Giddens

(1/12/93)

I Hate Who You've Become!


i want to scream to the world
that i hate you
i want to scream to the world
i can never trust you
i want to scream to the world
and tell them everything about you
but i know you would care
you care only for yourself
you never stop to think of others
becuz everything of course
is about you
i don't see you the same way
you've changed into somebody whom
i've never met
you've changed into my intimidation
turning me into a time bomb
but you don't care
not about me
the world
life
i want to scream to the world
that i don't hate you
but what you've become

Submitted: Sunday, December 10, 2006
Edited: Wednesday, December 14, 2011

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