Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
I wish for once that I knew how to like myself
A throng of pain to ruin my day,
Pangs of shimmering antagonism pass through my abdomen,
And you sit there and ignore the inevitable.
Fool. Moronic are your ways
Of ignoring an important thing.
Disregard your lifestyle as you always do,
Who cares about you?
You don't even care about you!
How pathetic. And yet, I feel for you with the utmost concern.
I don't want to hate you,
You being me.
I hate that I can easily hate myself,
When the human emotional system
Should never have come to that,
I feel so betrayed by emotions that I wish for once
I knew how to like myself.
May 19, 2004
Suge
Pangs of shimmering antagonism pass through my abdomen,
And you sit there and ignore the inevitable.
Fool. Moronic are your ways
Of ignoring an important thing.
Disregard your lifestyle as you always do,
Who cares about you?
You don't even care about you!
How pathetic. And yet, I feel for you with the utmost concern.
I don't want to hate you,
You being me.
I hate that I can easily hate myself,
When the human emotional system
Should never have come to that,
I feel so betrayed by emotions that I wish for once
I knew how to like myself.
May 19, 2004
Suge
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I wish for once that I knew how to like myself
I wish for once that I knew how to like myself
