To Myself

I hate you, I never liked you, Who would? And why someone, should? You are a lonely night, And people don't like lonely nights, Lonely nights are poisonous, Lonely nights kill their victims until they're begging for death on their knees with their eyes bleeding exhausted from tears chocking them with their wailing fears while being spectated by their ones so dear. You are a feverish fire, And no one likes feverish fires, Feverish fires burn down the city of dreams and desires of the country of heart and roam around the planet of the brain like a tourist wandering to see the great ruins of the Roman Empire until it's tired. You are a ghastly ghost, And no one cares about a ghastly ghost, A ghastly ghost wanders alone on the road to destruction while its brain remains fretfully in the future and its body rotting in the present rested at the bed, A ghastly ghost is alive whereas a ghost is just dead. What a puppet! Of your parents you are, How are your tears in the jar? You are a nobody, no one Suffering in the heat of the sun, Burning and burning and burning, But why aren't you from your mistakes learning? I apologise, I am so sorry for, Letting you down. For the ashes of the pictures in the drawer, For always making you act like a clown. You are just a human, Who can blame you ? You try so hard, And all the things that you do, Always keeping up your guard.