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The hate I have

is more than I can say.

I am so pissed, so often.

Karma will be along one day.



I just wanna scream all the time

and I hate the anger that builds in me.

There's no stopping it, the redness that arrives at my face.

Please disappear, that's the key.



I wake up feeling moderately happy,

but that feeling just isn't on the list.

Things change when I hear that annoying voice,

and when even my talking becomes a big risk.



In many ways, my feelings are hard to understand.

I will always be forced to live in this pain even more.

And when the tears start to fall,

there becomes no known cure.



One day when my letters are looked upon,

maybe there will be someone who can relate.

But the said thing is,

that person does not exist today.