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The Hater's Fight
Shouts heard outside my window
and the honking cars went by,
inside my house I was scared
and I tried hard not to cry.
I needed help from the police
to stop all the honking at me,
there were lies that brought hate
and many would not let me be.
It's a true form of harrassment
that at times is hard to fix,
my own hate and inner explosion
had me throwing rocks and sticks.
The police needed to be there
to take care of what wasn't right,
the many broken windshields
an end result of the haters fight.
When a person hates the hater
and the fighting becomes real,
there is a lot more anger inside
and love is very hard to feel.
and the honking cars went by,
inside my house I was scared
and I tried hard not to cry.
I needed help from the police
to stop all the honking at me,
there were lies that brought hate
and many would not let me be.
It's a true form of harrassment
that at times is hard to fix,
my own hate and inner explosion
had me throwing rocks and sticks.
The police needed to be there
to take care of what wasn't right,
the many broken windshields
an end result of the haters fight.
When a person hates the hater
and the fighting becomes real,
there is a lot more anger inside
and love is very hard to feel.
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The Hater`s Fight
The Hater`s Fight
