I hate myself as loud as a cricket song in the night
And I hate myself as violent as the musical creature fights
I hate myself as bashful as the ocean meets the shore
As I cut and hurt and bleed, but always crave some more
I hate myself as angry as the Gods rage up above
However they still have happiness, and still experience love
I hate myself for being... some useless entity
My life is like a song without a melody
Why do crickets battle? And why do they cry with might?
Well I don't really know
But the crickets are loud tonight

© Emily Vald