My Hate

the worst part of knowing who you really are,

is just that…

i spend my days waiting

for somebody to come along

let me show them all the love i have to give

sometimes no matter how hard you try you still never get what you want

sometimes i just want to scream as loud as i can,

to the point where my voice is gone,

just so i can look at people and shake my head when they ask stupid questions

hey i heard you like them wild ones..