Most Hated

Hating is easy,
I've hated my mom,
I've hated my dad,
I've hated relations,
I've hated family.....
But can it be so difficult for the practiced guy too?

I hate you for all you are,
I hate you for the air you carry,
for the perfume you spray,
for the goosebumps I get,
for the hair that brushes past me,
for the life you breath in me,
for the hatred I loose....

Were I so beautiful,
I would not hate myself too,
But here I am,
An untouched soul,
A bastard born,
An orphan sold twice,
wrath to save my skin,
And in many way dirty,
Yet I feel.......
I can hate beautifully.....
And you musn't take this away,
Who are you?
Why do you create my life in a whole new way?
That I cannot recreate myself,
Infact one that will leave like you will very soon.....