Drifting forth that endless circle Trying hard not to fall Swept among your hopelessness I hate the way you breathe The way blood flows through your veins I hate the endless nights When you stare against the wall With that vacant look And a cold-hearted sigh I hate the way you look at me All writhered indisgust Like I am something worthless Gaining nothing with my silence But deep within this hardened shell I soften to the touch Crying out to see daylight But you won't let me free I hate how you are petrified Of losing what you have And try to live upon the edge But always turning back I hate you 'cause you're miserable I hate you, can't you see? Staring in the mirror I hate you 'cause you're me...
Reason for writing:
Most of my poems are written out of frustration. My one true insecurity is on relationships. Because I am afraid to instigate them, I spend time sadly dreaming of what could and should be. This one expresses my frustration and anger at myself for not being true to my ideals.
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