I have nothing to write,
but something to say,
I can't find the words .
The impulse is so vague.
Something is wrong here,
but I am going to stay.
No wonder I got in trouble,
that very same day.
The emotion the cry for help.
No one heard me as I lay
on the ground and yelp.
Hurting from my neck down.
The pain to great,
cause I left in that bottled up
hate.
It was bound to break.
Shatter within,
but I didn't know,
what it would hurt.
It hurt everything,
everything within.
It stayed there the ache of that,
bottled up hate.
Happiness is what you think,
but hate is what you seek.
Hating is not your fault,
you shouldn't lock it in a bottle
or a vault.
Cause it will over flow,
then finally it will blow.
Nothing can prevent it
you just have to let it go.
My emotion was just my fate,
don't make the same mistake
that I did and let out all your hate,
Now awaits your new fate.
