for the record

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,
i do.