The Hate Of Me

Looking at the mirror


All I see is this disgusting piece of filth in it




I try to rub the filth off




And then I realise it is just me I see...







Walking down the street




Everyone staring at me like I'm some kind of monster




I try not to notice it




But all that happens is that I cry inside...







At the end of the street




I realise everyone wasn't looking at me




But looking right through me as though I wasn't there




Everyone not seeing the real me...







Sitting at home on the couch




Minding my own business listening to music or doing my homework




Parents tell me I'm lazy and don't do enough housework




It's an almost nightly thing, at least weekly




I feel like exploding with anger at them




But I just can't bring myself to do that




Then later the razor lets its anger out on me




A peaceful red river begins to flow, flow down my arm




So soothing, this feeling is




Then I fall asleep, to awaken or not?




No one knows...