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Sometimes I hate the world and all that it holds

Sometimes my hatred is hard to control

Sometimes I could kill those who smile

Sometimes I cringe at a laughing child

They don’t understand and do not see

They should fear the rage hiding in me

They say “I Love you” as if I believe

They think I’m a fool stupid and naive

I yearn for sick and twisted deeds

I want screams and tears of disbelief

I die in the end at my own hand

I will grant them the gift of my end



What is this, am I insane?

What do I do, what do I say?

What will they think if they hear my thoughts?

What will I do to cover sickness with bows?

Give him a Wife faithful and sweet

Give them a Mom baking scrumptious treats

Give them a Daughter & Sister who glows with pride

Give Me as someone Normal to stand by their side

No more rage compelling obscenities

No more tears of insecurity

No more suicidal thoughts of being better of dead

No more sinful fascinations inside my head



To love my children and hold them near

To be some one happy and full of cheer

To have no rage, depression or pain

To be just me , normal and sane

In the end I’m just destined to loose

In all that want and all that I do

In sickness I’ll live with demons inside

In tangled emotions driving me wild

This is me and my sickness prevails

This is my life and sometimes hell

This is what I want and who I am

This is a warning, this is where I stand