At the End of the Day

Self hate everyday
In my head space
Walking up the stairs
Seeing stars surrounded
By the eyes of people
That I idolize
Love respect kiss tell
Feel like y’all looking at me
And seeing purple hues
But really I’m blue and yellow
White yellow pink
And I’ll cry when the time comes
My little world turns into a lie
Façade I dream up
To ease the empty words said
Rock a fake smile
Please the world that I love
That hates my guts and would
Slide a needle through my heart
Given the word and the sword
Words sworn by the ignorant
Who lose empathy at the snap
Of a finger and you’ll never
Question the status quo
Not even for a friend
Who’s shown otherwise feelings
You dread and a being
No longer human
that you want dead

· depression, misanthropy