Hi, its me again
im giving up
i hate me
harse but true
Im a failure
failed guitarist
a singer with a lost passion

I hate.
I hate it when my parents tell me
what i should do
could do
and have to do
chores,future..
wait,what future?

its all bottled up in here
in my little heart
in this little frame
makin up my little life
note:
little and not petite.

I hate this
I hate being a leader
The leader who cant gain respect from her commitee
What's the point then?
Why must i b here??
Im the leader
I stand alone
I cry aloud
yet
I remain the silhouette on the wall
no facial feaures at all

I hope
The hot water burns me
to the point where the many layers
skin
flesh
bone
will all peel off
flake off
then i wont b existing in form
layer by layer it'll fade away
then mayb the cold
will bring me back and return my form
anew

Let me change my writing
my style and personality
to be me again
something they hate
the thing i adore
and not dispise for once

i hate the way my dad looks at me
when i do something i like
its depressing
i hate the way my mum acts
when i speak my mind
its demoralizing
i hate it wen my sis is rite
about my wrong
i learn through discovery

i hate me now
im giving up my guitar
i hate choir
i hate school
i hate teachers
i hate guitars
i hate drum sets
i hate chocolate
i hate food
i hate fluid
i hate my life
i hate my habitual self-pity
i hate me
i hate....
What else do i have left to hate??