Hate
I look in the mirror
To glimpse my face
All the while I’m looking for peace
But there’s little trace
A sadness pervades my heart
As I silently berate
Those who won’t listen to me
Which causes this hate
To be told what’s wrong
With compassion given late
And seemingly endless times
When I’m only told to wait
Then to be told my problems
Are not that severe
What should I do
Cherish them and revere?
I’ve spent so much time
And now I feel it’s too late
To keep my happiness
‘cause now…it’s all hate
Copyright © Anthony Amero | Year Posted 2010
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