You are making me become irrate.
Your actions are teaching me to hate.
I want to penetrate,
the thoughts that you complicate.
Why must you instigate,
The pain and suffering that makes me hate?
I will have no fear nor acknowledge any pain.
Find another dyke to place the blame.
An outward appearance I seem the same,
But underneath I feel the shame.
When you raped me and the tears came,
All's I know it that hate is your name.
Let myself and I be one,
And return me to the prodical son.
Why must you use my pain for fun,
As I lay here dying in the sun? |