Hatred and living scared

I hate the way they stair
its annoying how i even care
with millions of people looking
it's like I'm not even there

i hate how i cant find myself
looking up, down, and all around
searching for some existence
that I'm sure will never be found

hatred is a human nature
shedding blood from knifes and guns
having to sleep on fear
with no where to to run

living under the cover
scared to death of what may be discovered
taking more than we could bare
feeling the rip long after the tare

millions of things left unsaid
wish i could tell you, but they will never end
so I'll leave you with this scripture
pain and life equals hatred and living scared
with no one ever really there