PERFECT HATRED

I hate all those who try to make me cry
I hate them when they clip my wings so that I can't fly
I hate it when they seem to live just to see me fall
I hate it when I seem to make no difference at all
I hate the people up so high who all look down on me
I hate being tied down when all I want is to be free
I hate the regulations that force us to conformity
I hate the way they crush like ants all traces of individuality
I hate the way I'm so depressed and I just can't seem to smile
I hate this race that never ends - I just run mile after mile
I hate the lack of happiness - it seems that all is tainted
I hate myself for I have no love - I'm a being of Perfect Hatred