hate

i hate how people are acting towards me
i hate being concealed here
i hate living like this
i hate this life
i hate what life has to offer, because i know in the end its all going to be crashing down no matter how much i tried
everything is losing its sweet flavor
everything is dying dull and turning sour
im starting to see the ugly side of things, the imperfections
its fuked up because its the imperfections that what i identify and remember you of