I’ve held onto this too long,
and it’s killing me inside.
The self-entitled ********
that we selfishly call pride.
My every waking moment,
every irrational thought,
every time that I blamed others,
for what my decisions brought.
Ya I have a problem,
and everyone’s seen,
but that is no excuse,
for the way that I have been.
I’ve been a harborer of hate,
till my cup overflowed.
I invited hell in,
and if you knew me then it showed.
I shut myself off,
and told myself that no one cares.
I stopped worrying bout others,
and stayed out of their affairs.
I was selfish, and stupid,
thinking only of me,
till the poison turned inwards,
on the me I used to be.
I’ve never hated someone,
so much as what I’d become.
The hypocritical ********
of all that I’d done.
I know it might be too late,
but I still have to try,
because if the poison remains,
then I’m going to die.
I can finally see clearly,
and maybe that’s fate.
Either way I’ll find out,
so goodbye hate.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 2:09 PM UTC
I’ve held onto this too long,
and it’s killing me inside.
The self-entitled ********
that we selfishly call pride.
My every waking moment,
every irrational thought,
every time that I blamed others,
for what my decisions brought.
Ya I have a problem,
and everyone’s seen,
but that is no excuse,
for the way that I have been.
I’ve been a harborer of hate,
till my cup overflowed.
I invited hell in,
and if you knew me then it showed.
I shut myself off,
and told myself that no one cares.
I stopped worrying bout others,
and stayed out of their affairs.
I was selfish, and stupid,
thinking only of me,
till the poison turned inwards,
on the me I used to be.
I’ve never hated someone,
so much as what I’d become.
The hypocritical ********
of all that I’d done.
I know it might be too late,
but I still have to try,
because if the poison remains,
then I’m going to die.
I can finally see clearly,
and maybe that’s fate.
Either way I’ll find out,
so goodbye hate.
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