illusion of distruction

Sat, 07/30/2016 - 14:32 -- weg_

i hate myself,

i hate how i am given all i need in life, without question.

i hate how am labled as just another sterotype of my race.

i hate how if im sad, im asked if im 'depressed' again.

i hate how my father sees my illnesses as an excuse to show weakness.

i hate how my mother pushes me, yet i will never tell her to her face.

i hate how my mom yells at my grandmother when her patience runs out.

i hate how most of this world relies on the arts, yet refuses to call it a real job.

i hate how peoples dreams are pushed to the wayside just to make money.

i hate how we all are told to be happy yet encouraged to get a 'rich job'

i hate how i see this world as the evil it can be, nd rarly see the light.

i hate how i write the same sd poems over and over again.

all this hate, now i am just another pawn in

the game of distruction this world has been plagued with.

i hate myself.

but im all i have left.

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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