Don't know what to believe,
Not knowing whether to breathe.
Death is soon to come...
But hate is spread among
Everyone.
Wanting to stay clear,
But I can never seem to disappear.
Why am I the most hated?
When all I've tried to do is just be
Elated.
The hatred that is boiling inside of me,
Is something that will crush me...
Entirely.
Once it is let out,
There's no way of knowing how it will...
Turn out.
