I Hate Hate

I hate it when someone looks at me and thinks they know my whole life story.
I hate it when a tear falls from a child's eye,
Because she just found out that people lie.
I hate it when someone judges me,
Based only on what their eyes see.
I hate it when a dog barks into the black of night,
When a father swings his fist at a child who is too young to fight.
I hate it when a mother awakes from a restless sleep,
Thinks of her lost son,
and begins to weap.
I hate it when that same lost son wanders down the dark side streets,
Thinking his mother could never love him because of his defeats.
I hate it when someone looks at a person who is gay,
And thinks they're obviously better because that person swings the "other way".
I hate it when someone picks up a blade and decides it's time that they had paid,
But I hate the most when someone takes their own life simply because they are afraid.










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