Saturday, March 12, 2011

easy to hate

part two: the rage builds up inside you covering you like a snug shirt. it fits so well to you its like it was tailored for you. very comfortable,easy moving. know your ready to kill,maim,beat,hit and tear into some-one or something. an mobile wreaking machine,grabbing a bottle to smash it over somebodies head, taking out your gun to blast that bastards ass just to watch them squirm. totally oblivious of your surrounds. you where that suit daily to prove your something. man is it easy to be hateful,no work you don't even have to think because you've already made up you mind. no planning, no commitment,just your warm ragging hatred that you've dressed in.look how easy it fits to the day. taking aim with your guns and shooting the shit out everything,its to bad you never learned to aim the gun 30 or 40 bullets fly threw the air you miss your hatred and hit the innocent,for they didn't know that you never practice. then you run and tell no-one of your crime,don't even help by picking up a phone and calling the innocent a ambulance,coward. the gun was made to help you by feeding or protecting you and you don't bother to learn. i know i only need one bullet because each one can be the death of a living thing. the hard part is not to shoot, not to kill,not to hate. just because i'm different doesn't mean we can't get along. even just simple toleration for my stupidity and awkward demeanor toward you. the hardest thing i've ever done was love. it takes work, sometimes it just does not fit you,it makes you cry,it turns you into a fool ,just screws your whole day up. look my friends the best part of it comes with the feelings that wash over you when you finally figure it out. that is why i have enough loved ones around me to make my day so easy. watch a show,play an instrument,art,sing, games,even just talk. it takes two,three,as many as you want. playing by yourself was never any fun for me. my point is that each day i catch myself letting a little bit of that hate in. if you don't shed it you'll drowned if you you go swimming.
 

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