Its Very Simple - Poem by Daniel Walker
I hate when I get looks, as if I have changed in some form or fashion.
I hate when hateful words are said to me, it hurts.
I hate the way I get treated, as if I was not important.
I hate when I try to speak, and I get ignored.
I hate the way I choose not to do anything about it.
I hate the hate ness that’s going around.
I hate the times
I try to keep my anger locked inside.
I hate when my anger gets to me, and self affliction becomes a friend.
I hate how I trust people
I hate when I try to get help, and I get gypped.
I hate the way I was even born at all.
I hate when it when things don't turn out right, and they turn out wrong.
I hate the way it happens all the time,
I hate all the pain that I so constantly feel,
If I had one wish….just one fucking wish,
I would wish that all this pain,
All this anger,
All this hate,
Would go to everyone else,
So ya'll bastards could see it my way,
And then there would be no more laughing.
No more laughing at me.
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