Why some people have to leave is unknown to me

They just up and go without looking back

It’s like they want nothing more than to flee

I feel like a useless, used meat sack

They never want to talk with me ever again

They just up and go as if they were never there

I feel like a pitiful one out of a ten

It just doesn’t seem quite fair

They all despise me and I know it

They make it obvious when they never contact me

They use me up and cover me with their spit

I’m floating in a denial and hatred kind of sea

I can hardly get close to others for this very reason

They use me for a little while then leave me in tears

I feel like I have acted with the most absolute treason

For they are my most tremendous of all fears

This could be an explanation of why I hate people now

For they are animals of a cruel, particular habit it seems

They make me feel like a hated, pathetic, fat cow

         They gather in immoveable bitter teams

Their goal is to hunt in an eccentric kind of fashion

They prey on a small, willing enemy

Hatred and emotional hurt is their sick passion

They are disguised as a terrible frenemy

I no longer want to be asked why I hate people

For this explains every bit of it and then some

This is why every once in a while I seem to topple

This is the source of where all my hatred comes from