'I hate you's fade into a birds chirping,
It's song just another morning rise,
The feeling behind it,
A misunderstood communication of regret,
Not of them but of self,
I resent all I've done,
And how I've been is unforgivable,
The wheel of life turns on,
And all I can hope is for change,
To have this repeated would be death,
Not of the body but of passion,
The love for knowing others,
And hanging on their words,
So I must change myself,
Learn to be as I am,
Not as I feel I should,
Communicate my feelings with my thoughts,
For they are true,
To give people a shell is a lie,
To put on an act is a crime,
And the punishment is the jail of my mind,
Judgement as seen by me and shown by others...
A shallow grave