Take the ones you hate, for instance.
Take the ones you loathe.
They, themselves are worth the talk, a trait or two, or all.
That you cannot stand their faults
In fact, their are so many; you cannot see the good.
Perhaps their insincere.
To quiet on their own.
lonely little liars
Whining about a bad home.
Then, perhaps their selfish.
To flip and flop their looks.
Personaility changing with the World's folks.
Now notice, the shameful lack of trust.
Who knows how, or when or why.
Their faith in humainity has died.
Then why in the world do they live?
Why do they survive.
They only live to criticize.
It's these people..
That we don't care, if they die.
If they stare
they could cry
they could joke
they could be poor
they could be broke.
It doesn't matter, who they are.
The ones you hate, leave their scars.
That's just why you are who you are.
As these people chip away at your heart.
Take yourself, for instance
Their are to many people, unique...
Look in the mirror, their you'll see
All those people, their problems
staring back at you...
Keep your distance.
Take the one you hate, for instance.