I wish someone understood,
How much the head aches,
Little shivers of hatred,
Courses through your veins,
Why bouts of nausea
Winds about your lungs,
Why sheer reluctance
Overpowers every sense,
The sight, the sound, the thought
Sends you down spirals of angst,
Why morbidity is heightened,
Why the only feeling left is rage,
You see, do not you,
It is not you I hate.
Just something else.
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