Callused (On Second Thought)

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 everything I write has to rhyme

I hate how callused my hearts become

I hate when I’m ((smack)) blindsided by love

I hate I keep on talking when I should be shutting up

I hate I’m not in-tune the way I once was with my gut

I hate having routines but when I don’t, o’ holy fuck!

I hate when I look stupid and

I hate I think I’m dumb

I hate I won’t take chances when the chance depends on luck

I hate I’m always right that is for less often than I’m not

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

I hate I am impulsive

I hate I am obsessive

I hate the highs and lows of living with manic depression

I hate I feel pretend the most when I have to act tough

I hate I say I’m good

I hate I know you know I’m not

I hate my lack of confidence

I hate I feel 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 my paranoia

I hate to say, “goodbye”

I hate I have a fear of letting others see me cry

I hate when I get sad I seem to lock myself away

I hate I have the tendency of holding in the pain

I hate I thought the rain would come to wash it all away

I hate because without it, love just wouldn’t mean a thing

Rock In The Free Word