Callused (On Second Thought)

Poetry of the Soul

I hate when things get out of whack

I hate I struggle to stay on track

I hate how poorly I manage my time

I hate always having to write in rhymes

I hate how callused my hearts become

I hate I get blindsided by love

I hate when I’m misled by my gut

I hate routine but without it I’m fucked

I hate looking stupid

I hate feeling dumb

I hate taking chances and depending on luck

I hate being right less often than I’m not

I hate always thinkin’ that I’m thinking too much

I hate my impulsiveness

I hate my obsessiveness

I hate being driven by manic depression

and…

I hate I’m not the easiest at getting along

I hate that I’m not graceful, I’m more of klutz

I hate I feel pretend when I try to act tough

I hate I say I’m good when usually I’m not

I hate acting out in anger

I hate holding it inside

I hate I bounce from both extremes and don’t always know why

I hate that I hate bigotry, and hypocrites be damned

I hate that deep within myself I ain’t no better than

I hate my lack of confidence

I hate I think I’m lame

I hate I rarely say the things I truly want to say

I hate I get so nervous when it’s time to turn the page

I hate I let my fears dictate my moves throughout the day

I hate my paranoia

I hate having to lie

I hate that I’m afraid to let others see me cry

I hate that I withdraw and hide whenever I am sad

But what I hate the most is feeling good when I’ve been bad

©️2024 Rocco Zuardo

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