I gotta lot a hate in me, I got it since my childhood,
My past makes me angry and I cannot spend my time good,
I keep reflecting you see,
on all the people and all the evil that they never protected me,

Then I start to look back with the fiery of the fire, then my mind get singe,
Its loaded, it exploded with thoughts of revenge,
On every single one that messed with that kid,
Hated myself for every time that I hid,
But I was scared, comforted myself saying there is wisdom in fear,
But the truth was I never had the strength to fight back,
I should have killed somebody but that wouldn’t be the right track,
The truth is I am soft,
If I killed them I would think about my mother’s tears and that would turn me off,
A meek little boy with a hidden evil mind,
He grew up, he grew big but his thoughts were unkind,
It was a cruel world, so cruel thoughts are the norm, that he did not need to mention,
Truth is all this boy needed was some love and a therapy session,
But he wasn’t going to ask for it when his mind was unsteady,
Should he have said he needed love, when they thought him weak already,
He grew up he grew old, but his heart was a rock,
Never really opened up as time grew on the clock,
Deep in the dark there his heart has rest,
I pray that one day he moves pass his detest
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