Feeling Hate

 

 

I am very good at making you mad

when all I wish is for you to be glad

I can't help it if you mad as hell

its just something I do so well

I wish to be normal I wish to be good

but those things went missing in my childhood

Happiness was ripped roght out of my soul

leaving me heartless, cruel, and cold.

I let people glimpse a small part of me

hiding the rest so no one can see

If I should slip and let my guard down

don;t be happy the real me's around.

I tried to be happy, tried to be nice

trying to break my heart from this vice.

but it was to hard and way to late

cuz I can't feel happiness, I only feel hate.