the hate reflected
you wonder why i hate you
and i still do
you push me down
make me look like a clown
you think i dont hate you?
well thats not true
the other day in the hall
you made me feel small
and you wander why i hate you
it starts in my veins
my blood boils with rage when you yank up my hanes
i ball up my fist
and i go thru the list
when finally you realize
that the look in my eyes
is the rage and hate reflected
and yet you still havent detected
my fist at my side
into your nose its preparing to glide
an image flashes in my mind
your face in the dirt my hands do grind
but keep control
dodging insults as i tuck and roll
my hand goes slack my vision returns from black
i stand there alone
no justice of my own
and when you go away
i sit there all day
crying in the worst way
and you wander why i hate you.