I feel hate towards myself
Not the kind I usually felt
Hate of being social and not being left
Alone in a corner, I could never tell
The difference between a foe or a friend
Hate towards social standards that push you to a cliff
Hate towards the loneliness creeping in my brain
Believe me, even though I feel hateful
I’m grateful that I’m not the only one
Feeling this way, dying each second