I hate this person I have become
And even though I try I can't become more
I hate these deadly thoughts I have
And when I try to think of something else it doesn't make sense.
I hate what you have done to me
All the pain, the anger, the hate is because of you
And when I try to express how I feel
You leave, Mother why do you always leave.
You did not give birth to me but yet you raised me
I am surprise I am not an image of you
You have filled my heart with hate and lies
I hate what you have made of me.
Because of you I am afraid to love
Because of you I am afraid to trust
The memories began to take over me
And all I want is to hide.
The one I hate is the one who lives within
The one who lets you push the buttons and then gives in
One day that person will be no more
And then I will truly be happy.
Even though you may think I hate you I dont
Because of you I will never be used again
You will never see me cry again
Until that day the one I hate is me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.