This little light of mine cannot shine
It’s been shun
This little light of mine is like gum
Banished from the mouth
This little light of mine is out
And dried up
This little light I call hope
Is killing me
Despite all the signs
That this little light
Will be the end of me,
When you HATE me you let it be known that you hate that me.
You live up to the fact that you hate that me, and you put in some effort into proving why you hate me.
You become carefree about it, and you’re not concerned whether people judge you or not.
But when you LOVE me, you’re too scared to let it be known.
You’re embarrassed and don’t even live up to the fact that you love me.
You’re ashamed of putting in some effort to prove why you love me.
You get absorbed to the possibility that people might judge you.
When you hate me, you hate me with passion, you hate me unconditionally and you never compromise.
Why can’t you love me as beautifully as you hate me?
— The End —