I don't know why I feel so alone
I look back and see only love as I've grown
Assistance, nurturing, tenderness and care
things children would kill for everywhere
yet I'm not happy, it's not selfishness or greed
for as has been mentioned, I have all that I need.
So why do I feel like I'm in a cage?
Why do I feel so much pent up rage?
Is it lack of love? No, that continues on
yet there is a hole in my life; where has all the happiness gone?
I cannot trust many, I barely trust few
I sometimes wish I could start over new
There is a monster that swims in my mind
this monster has friends, none of them kind
His comrades are doubt, fear, and lust,
they make my own heart betray it's own trust
while there are others, yes this is true
and many of them live inside of you
of the main villain, we must try and steer clear
yet he often takes advantage of fear
this is one creature who attacks when we're in our worst state
You might know him well: His name would be hate.