Hate


	Scott's Poetry Page \| home Both Sides of The Mirror \| Waiting \| Softly \| Count Down \| Reaching Out \| The Door \| Meaningless Lies \| Hate \| Lost Time \| Place in My Heart \| Evil \| Blood \| Tears From Above \| Pretend \| Looking Up \| Want \| Unseen \| Untitled \| My Star \| Forever Changed Hate Dying without knowing it, slowly losing control, control of life as he knows it. Tears of pain were coming down, and now it is hate that he feels. Hate for everyone, everything. Lies are told, and he accepts them without questions, losing his mind to illusions. Psychotic, needing a home to go to. A place to call his, where ridicule can't be found. Hating him only makes him stronger, and fear only makes the hate stronger. Fear what you can't understand, what he don't let you because he knows what you don't, what you could never know because you are blinded by the world of conformity in which people lead meaningless lives.