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'' Hatred Is A Heavy Load ''
My hatred for life knows no bounds,
anything to me is fair game,
why am I like this really it confounds,
I even abhor my own name.
I detest being fat I hate being thin,
why can't I be shapely but lean,
regardless of size I can never win,
for me there is no in between.
I loathe my work with a passion,
I'd just walk away if I could,
but as hatred is part of my fashion,
I don't see why I should.
When I look around me it springs to mind,
I hate the whole concept of living,
to people and animals I can be so unkind,
at times I can be so unforgiving.
I try to find faults wherever I go,
it's my aim in life to be cruel,
if I find one in you believe me you'll know,
I'll leave you feeling a fool.
I may not know you but I don't even care,
I'll find something in you I can hate,
I'll search till I find it so please be aware,
your character I will cremate.
I detest myself I hear you ask why,
to be honest I'm not really sure,
I hate the thought that one day I'll die,
yet to me it has a certain allure.
Why am I like this I hear you all ask,
there's no answer or any excuse,
if truth be told it's really a mask,
it's my form of self abuse.
I had loving parents a wonderful life,
they never caused me any affray,
so why do I cause others such terrible strife,
there's no reason for me being this way.
I have always suffered rejection,
not deserved I've always thought,
then I tried to gain some affection,
all that did was leave me distraught.
I'm perceived as having a heart of stone,
I've been told that is all down to me,
if the price for my hatred is being alone,
then I need to set myself free.
I'll be left forlorn and without any hope,
if I continue on this dangerous road,
with my loathing of life I can no longer cope,
‘' Hatred Is A Heavy Load ‘'
anything to me is fair game,
why am I like this really it confounds,
I even abhor my own name.
I detest being fat I hate being thin,
why can't I be shapely but lean,
regardless of size I can never win,
for me there is no in between.
I loathe my work with a passion,
I'd just walk away if I could,
but as hatred is part of my fashion,
I don't see why I should.
When I look around me it springs to mind,
I hate the whole concept of living,
to people and animals I can be so unkind,
at times I can be so unforgiving.
I try to find faults wherever I go,
it's my aim in life to be cruel,
if I find one in you believe me you'll know,
I'll leave you feeling a fool.
I may not know you but I don't even care,
I'll find something in you I can hate,
I'll search till I find it so please be aware,
your character I will cremate.
I detest myself I hear you ask why,
to be honest I'm not really sure,
I hate the thought that one day I'll die,
yet to me it has a certain allure.
Why am I like this I hear you all ask,
there's no answer or any excuse,
if truth be told it's really a mask,
it's my form of self abuse.
I had loving parents a wonderful life,
they never caused me any affray,
so why do I cause others such terrible strife,
there's no reason for me being this way.
I have always suffered rejection,
not deserved I've always thought,
then I tried to gain some affection,
all that did was leave me distraught.
I'm perceived as having a heart of stone,
I've been told that is all down to me,
if the price for my hatred is being alone,
then I need to set myself free.
I'll be left forlorn and without any hope,
if I continue on this dangerous road,
with my loathing of life I can no longer cope,
‘' Hatred Is A Heavy Load ‘'
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`` Hatred Is A Heavy Load ``
`` Hatred Is A Heavy Load ``
