Bottle of Hate
why do you draw a frown on my face every single day?
when you yell at me, what am i supposed to say?
why do you let the bottle control your nasty tone?
why must you make me feel like i am all alone?
can u hear me tremble within my lonely self,
u throw me back onto this shelf.
can u smell the liquid salt coming from my eyes?
why do u have to be this selfish demon i despise?
why do u make me hold back this rotting anger in me?
is this really what u want your child to grow up to be?
the stench of utter disgust is coming of your tongue.
why do i have to be your punching bag?
i am so meek and young.
what has driven u to be such a depress?
why do u insist on turning my life into the same revolting mess?
I will not let u see me shed my hate and cry.
And I refuse to watch u wither away and die.
So keep tipping your bottle,
and drinking your blue eyes red,
and I will live a separate life, and weep when u r dead.
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