i look in the mirror
and all i can think is
"gross."
all i can think of is
the spiteful thoughts
that reign terror on
my feeble mind
all i can think is a
world of death
a world of blackness
a world without the person
that i hate the most
i hate him more than anything
he's my arch nemesis...
a person i will not stop at anything
to see fall.

i hate nathan.
he's gross.

i think about the convictions of life
i think about the uselessness
of commitment if we see no love
in the world and
the woes that this habitat brings us
hatred, if you will

hatred may taste
just like your favorite alcohol
or your go-to pill
something that will numb you
from the fact that you can't
see yourself in the mirror of love
"others do"
because you believe that
the world is lying to you
and that this habitat of hatred
is nothing more than
tragedy minimized
to your own little
life
filled with
strife...
oh
and some hatred

i think about my momma
and sometimes i cry
thinking about how age builds
so fast with time
i cant imagine a day
within this world without her,
thinking if i get too low
and crash, how much that’ll
hurt her

in this world,
we’re meant to suffer
i don’t know, though,
im gettin’ kinda sensitive
this skin is gettin’ paper-thin
from never winnin’
“everybody’s heart ain’t your own”
but they’re stomping
on my heart and my spirit
“they” is the world
im crying through these words
can you hear it? - n.a.