I Hate My Life Poem by Gloria Rose

I have the heart on my hand
I am full with kindness
I cannot fight for my happiness
That looks hard and impossible for me
I’m the good pear which one comes to see when they need something from me
I hate my life
I hate who I am
I have to go against my fears because they bringing me down
I have to be more ego
So nobody can use me when they need something from me
I want to see who my real friends are
And those who are using me for they profit
At the end of each question I’m going to answer ``no``
They says to me that I am nice
They say to me that I will go far in life
They say to me that that I don’t do anything that is bad
The only reason why they said those nice words is because they want something from me
I need somebody to talk too, when I’m in pain
When I m having a bad day
People don’t do good stuffs to me when I do good stuffs to them
I don’t want to live in this life anymore in this world
That no one wants to fell my pain and love me for who I am
I don’t want to live in a life were people are keep yelling at me for no good reason
And don’t appreciate me
They only using me to take away my happiness
I want to see my real peoples
Peoples who want to live with me and appreciate me
Until the day I die