Weakly wandering through life
My facade fragily held together
By a smile and a happy face
But if you took the time to look
You’d see the tear streaming down my face
You’d see a heart filled with hate
If you only took the time to ask
You’d see the true pain
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Are you speaking about a particular person or people as a whole ?
A heart filled with hate is a very heavy heart to carry around. I haven’t experienced a hatred from myself to another person in a while, a few years, other than self hatred.
Self hatred is a biggy, it eats away at me chunk by chunk.