I HATE MYSELF FOR BEING ME
I hate you,
For you can step out in the dark.
I hate you,
For you can talk whatever you want.
I hate you,
For no-one stops you for your inaccuracy.
I hate you,
For you doing whatever you want.
I hate you,
For my mother agreeing that you may stay
out but for me to ALAWAYS stay behind.
I hate you
For me being used as an example of the
weakling who cries tears.
I hate you
For my mother being suspicious of me
hanging outside a little longer.
I hate you,
For I’m a desperate slut at night while you
are called so responsible.
I hate you,
For there is not a single word of abuse for
your kind but I do.
I hate you,
For I’m just a tool of excuse to the world
but not you.
I hate you,
For you declaring yourself the owner of
the world… just so unlike you.
I hate you,
For you proofing yourself stronger than
me.
I hate you,
For people agreeing to the things, you
want while have to work for my own
ways.
I hate you,
For mothers declaring their lives for you
but not for me.
I hate you,
For nobody wants me and is cursing me
since the day of me entering this world.
I hate you,
For penetrating in me like a tree root who
owns its own direction.
I hate you
For even if I cry out a ‘NO’, your roots
become tighter and try to kill me then.
I hate you,
For it feels like a curse to be born in my
kind.
I hate you,
For this is being called normal that I am a
clothing for being worn by you.
I hate you,
For I am a someone with power but I was
born to stay caged.
I hate you,
I hate you so much that I want to cut you
and DIE!
I hate me,
I hate myself for being me.
If only I wasn’t born in this kind.
I hate myself for being me!