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We hate it,
being told what to do.
We hate it,
being forced to our life.
We hate it,
being alone with a crew.
We hate it,
being stabbed with a knife.
We hate it,
being hit in the back with the truth.
We hate it,
being in strife.
We hate it,
with everything we have on our back.
We hate it,
not finding a wife.
We hate it,
with every wish.
We hate it,
with every push.
We hate it,
finding it hard to walk, squish.
We hate it,
being told to hush.
We hate it,
when they stop believing.
We hate it,
when they believe in forcing.
We hate it,
the thought of leaving.
We hate it,
doing something that boring.
We hate it,
being left with no choices.
We hate it,
being alone with the voices.
We hate it,
crying to the silence.
We hate it,
being back in the darkness.
We hate it,
having our heart take.
We hate it,
being told that we’re artless.
We hate it,
when we are mistaken.
We hate it,
not being our bravest.
We hate it,
being circled by haters.
We hate it,
not being famous.
We hate it,
being surrounded by traitors.
We hate it,
looking up to the skies.
We hate it,
because of all the stars.
We hate it,
being filled with lies.
We hate it,
behind those bars.
We hate it,
as faith in us cries.
We hate it,
being driven past by those cars.
We hate it,
as our own family looks down.
We hate it,
as everyone looks deprived.
We hate it,
being the class clown.
We hate it,
not being derived.
We hate it,
when they say we can’t.
We hate it,
with the ups and downs.
We hate it,
being treated like an ant.
We hate it,
not hearing the sounds.
We hate it,
when they want us to live up to those expectations.
We hate it.