I Hate Them

God, I hate them

I hate them all.

Why do they always want to make me fall

make me get on my hands and knees

and beg for their forgiveness?

Why do they want me to change?

Why do they think I am strange

just because off my veiws?

God, please make them stop

make them fall down and cry

just like they do to me!

Make them run away in fear

and let them hear

that I am trully better them.

God, I hate them

I want to see them fall

but that will never happen

because all I do is curl up in a ball

and wait for it all to be over.