*I find myself lost
In a never ending frost
For is my anger that dwells
Even when I should not, and well
I hate the way they joke
And talk like regular folk
They laugh about suicide
And they mock and lie and hide
They talk about Ebola
As if saying Hola
I hate the way they make me feel
As if I'm a useless wheel
I want so bad to hurt them
But if not for my friend, who keep my hem
I would gladly go to jail
For an attempted murder in which I would fail
I hate those who laugh at the less fortunate
And I hate those who smile with amusement
So thank your lucky stars
That my best friend cares from afar
For if not for her compassion
I would wear you as my latest fashion*