I hate

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I hate it when people look at me with those eyes.
It makes me angry...
So angry that I want to cry.

I hate that I'm angry,
yet tears pour down from my eyes.
Just like rain falls from above,
until the dark clouds become dry.

How do they expect me to break free from my past?
If each door of my present is taking me back in time.
Oh I'm just walking in circles,
reliving each scar of mine.

I hate those eyes.
They only stare and walk away.
Reminding me of things I wish to forget,
reminding me that I cannot hide...

It's the same thing everywhere I go.
No matter how many fresh starts I make,
each time it's more terrifying.
I sometimes wonder how much will I take.

I'm angry,
I can not hide.
I want to yell and scream.
Oh how I wish I could just fly,
fly into the depths of the night,
and just escape from those eyes.

I hate it,
I hate that I'm like a time bomb,
just waiting to ignite.
Or am I just a living parasite...?

How much good do I have to do, to change my life?
Karma is your justice scale broken?
Because apparently I'm a criminal in your eyes.

I'm so angry!
I just want to cry...
I feel like I'm made out of fire,
get too close to me and you'll get fried.

Why do I struggle with everything?
Why can't everything be fine just ONCE in my life?
Why do I have so many obstacle in my way.
Just why...?

I try my best to keep it together...
I really do try.
But I'm not superman or some other hero in disguise,
I'm me.
A man trying to live a life.

I hate it how people judge us by there own imagination,
when they've never set foot on our situation.
Saying what's not true just for their entertainment.
Slowly the world becomes blinded by false information.

I've forgotten what it feels like to not be tired.
I've forgotten how to rest...
I can't even think right thanks to nightmares and stress...

Bad things happen when I'm happy,
so why try to be happy at all?
My life is a circle and I'm getting dizzy,
I just tired and need rest...
That's all.

I hate it when people look at me with those eyes.
It makes me angry...
So angry that I want to cry.

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