Turbulence of Hate

Being me is a very lengthy story of hard times I surely will tell why and why it is very uneasy I dream a lot, never willing to change, just because To me breathing in air is somewhat stressful I do not question, nor want to know why I just understand it, because it is normal life The feeling of being judged and looked at is uneasy I give everyone a look that could be recognized Recognized as pain and sorrow a terror that can I do not blink once when I am that way I curse the violent actions of every one that passes I get agitated so easily because no one is honest A vague routine in their life, what was and is Life goes on seldom go to a halt till person passes When these people is taken away from me It far from my empathy of courage and liberty Stunned when they go away my hate, show Show even the days that I smile with turbulence