Why do I feel so much hatred towards a person I feel like I don't even know? Why do I want to punch through a wall? Why do I tell myself I'm a failure, and keep getting in fights with my mom? I know why, it's because I'm like him
Since I was little I've always been like him
It's like a jail cell I can't get out of, I'm like him
I can see it in how I move, I'm like him
The way I think about people, I'm like him
The way I act around people, I'm like him
A never ending cycle of anger, I'm like him
Why deal with your feeling when you can punch a wall, I'm like him
I'm like him
Because of him I feel this heartache
Because of him I feel this rage
My only excuse is to say that I'm sorry because you would never understand, words could never describe the hatred I have for how I feel inside, and the way that I act and the more I correct it the worse it gets and the more I try to be like me the more I loose my sanity and as parts of me fall off I thank you for picking them up and trying to fix me
But in the end I'm like him
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Why You Don't See Me, and Why I Won't See You
RandomWhy he wants to see me, but why I won't see him. Why deal with feeling when you could punch a wall A collection of poems about how a daughter has come to terms with the hatred for her father
