I learned how to hate
Punish the bad
Condemn him to fate
Doing those things
The bad boys would do
Tremors of guilt
Each time I was through
No one could love
A boy bad as me
I look inside
Great darkness I see
Wanting some light
I know I don't shine
On the treadmill
I'm toeing the line
I would love you
If you would love me
Wishing for hope
With eyes I don't see
I hate the lie
That ruins my life
Give up the pain
Remove the strife
How well I know
The posture of pain
Too long I've known
Life full of shame
Let the tears pour
I don't care how long
Make hidden pain
And darkness be gone
Tear after tear
Let it rinse away
Sob upon sob
Revealing the day
Hatred is wrong
I've known that is true
Hating yourself
It only kills you
(c) August 2017
Duane Windell Phillips
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