The Secret Side of Me.


I'm allowed to hate,

I try to hide the darkness,

but for my mind I'm lost.

When I get lost,

all thoughts turn to darkness,

and I'm left to hate.

All I have is my hate,

I hate it when I'm lost,

I hate the pain and darkness.

I'm left alone in the darkness lost, alone, and I let the hate of myself grow.

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