The listening stopped again tonight,
Sadness continued tonight,
My hatred doesnt come from fear,
My hatred comes from him,
Focused on him,
Because of the pain he causes me,
My darkening deppression deepens,
Am I as he says I am,
God how I want to strike him,
Strike not with a fist or foot,
Strike not physically against him,
Oh how I wish to cause him pain,
Same as he has caused me,
Strike his manhood,
Strike his life history,
He is his father,
He is what he hated,
Just as I hate it,
I may not know anything,
Like he thinks,
But what I do know,
Is that I don't love him,
That I do hate him for this,
And I do know that this cycle,
Will end with me,
His worthless son.