I Hate
I hate a great many things in this life, this country, and this world.
I Hate the color of our skin and the seperation it creates.
I Hate "the beautiful people", and the vanity that blinds you.
I Hate the lack of compassion in you and in myself.
I hate greed and the blood it craves.
I Hate men that dont appriciate what they have.
I Hate music that has no soul and the trends it creates.
I Hate women and all they think they are intitled to.
I Hate religion and the sheep that follow.
I Hate your standards and what you expect me to meet.
I Hate your lust without passion.
I Hate this country and its hypocracy.
I Hate Actors who are paid to be "Perfect" while the ugly are left to starve.
I Hate parents who abandon their sons.
I Hate you for loving only pieces of me.
I Hate my face and the images it leaves.
I Hate my own apathy and the dying inside my heart.
I Hate your condecending pity, it has never comforted me.
I Hate my dreams of you and knowing reality can never be as beautiful.
I Hate your judgement, what makes you better than me?
I Hate your perceptions of right and wrong, when you knowingly do only what benifits yourself.
I Hate this country's fasination with rape, and the satisfaction you take in the loss of innocence.
I Hate myself
and all of these things I see in myself that I have taken from you.
I Love when you admit how truly disgusting you are
