I hate when I get stares, as if I were different.
I hate when specific 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 I start to cry.
I hate the way I trust people
I don’t really trust at all.
I hate when I try to get help,
and I get the run around.
I hate the way I wonder why I was even born at all.
I hate when I do right things,
and it turns out wrong.
I hate the way I hate,
and how it makes me feel so much pain.
If I had one wish
I would wish
all this pain, and anger
away.