Hatred

Used to be I was hated,
For my brains,
And my heart.
People made fun of me,

And used me,
While I sat back and allowed them.
Now it angers me to think of,
How they treated me.
Why didn’t I stand up?
Why couldn’t I face them?
They had me ashamed to even walk into school,
But i wouldn’t stop them,
I couldn’t stop them.
I prayed for God to make them stop.
He didn’t listen.
I hated them,
And I hated God,
I had no one.

Now I am stronger,
They can’t bring me down.
But the anger I felt,
Lives on forever in me,
I lost my Faith in God,
And people are scared of me,
But I’m okay.
And no one will bring me down.

By @}- ~Black-Rose~

my life has taken a complete turnaround since i found myself as a goth/punk. most think its for worse. but as i sit here writing this i feel as if it is for the best.i may be a social outcast but i am happy deeply, not just on the surface.