I hate rejection
I hate abandonment
I hate loneliness
when I am alone
I hate my father
wish I could tell my dad
don't like my mother
I feel like hating her
is wrong all the pain
beat into me toughen
me up enough to
make me strong
sometimes it feels like
cardiac arrest trying to
get stuff off my chest
it's so much my bosom
can digest burdens to bear
carrying those who not there
I need someone to call on
so I call on the air
when wind blows
I know its there