I hate that when I cry my eyes burn so bad,
because they aren't used to the release.

I hate that when my mom talks to me,
she acts as if we are best friends.

I hate that my mom blames me,
for all my brothers mistakes.

I hate how my mom turns my family,
against me.

I hate how when I try to help,
it's like fighting with God...
you get nowhere....

I hate when I want to be angry,
it's not allowed.

I hate when I'm hurt,
I hide it.

I hate how,
pain makes me feel weak.

I hate how,
fear brings me to my knees.

I hate how,
I'll never be good enough in my own eyes.

I hate how,
I know that I've been lied to most of my life.

I hate being right when noone believes me...
I might as well be wrong.

I hate how,
I give up when I feel alone.

I hate that,
when I'm tired sleep does me no good.

And what I hate most of all...
is how I never do what I should.