i dont hate you.
i hate what you do. the wrong that you allow to
dictate your actions into violence.
the words that fall from lips
untrue, in a hurry to paint you lovely,
vanity has never been a trait of pride
i hope you find the adult in you
growing more ready for this world's
withering facades don't pass
slam scores will never be the amount
of greatness or worthlessness
i hope you learn to sleep at night,