To Be Hated
I wish that I had the heart to hate you.
I wish that I feel the way you do.
I wish that I could dismiss of my conscience
And I could do the heartless things you do.
I wish that I could make you feel as I do,
As you starred me in the eyes just to say
I’m just a juvenile delinquent
And I shall always remain the same.
I wish I could find humor in your weakness.
At the sight of your tears, I am amused.
And when you fall, I wont be there to catch you.
I'll watch nearby to see how you are abused.
In your time of need, I shall disown you.
I’ll tell you just how much you disappoint me.
Your frailer just once again, proves that I was right.
And you’ve sunk to what I knew you’d always be.
Oh yes, how I’d love to hate you.
With every piece of my broken heart.
To give you the pain you’ve inflicted for so long
And have the honor to tear your world apart.
In the end, you’d get just what you deserve.
The torment, neglect , guilt and shame.
So when you fall and have no one left to run to
I'll be there to save you once again.
For, though I say I wish to be you,
I feel perhaps these words untrue.
I’d still feel the pain much greater, in fact.
The guilt of what I’ve done to you.
I am blessed to have such a heart as mine.
For , you could never feel as I.
It must be quite the same to hate me
As it does to view have from the other side.
I can’t imagine what it must feel like
To never know the joy I feel with in.
To know the beauty I feel each time
I walk away, and fail to take a stand.
I may not make you feel the pain
As I wished so many times I could do
But it must hurt to feel discussed enough
That you have to hate me as you do.
I can’t imagine, nor do I wish to,
To walk a mile in those shoes.
For it’s one thing to be hated by another
But it must hurt to be hated mostly by you.
Copyright © Kayla Eaves | Year Posted 2006
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