Once, upon my story, there was me,
One, who thinks his life isn’t as you see.
You may not like, you may not wait
But, this part is about my hate.

Some time, from now, I said “I care”,
I said “I love”, I said I’d share,
But all of these come with a pair,
When you see love, hate’s also there.

I’m kind of young and hard to break,
Some may say that I’m a fake,
“What do I know of one’s hate?
How dare I to speak of hate?”

I may be young but I know lots,
I know life has many knots
So please don’t judge the way I feel
And try to see what’s fake and real.

As I said, I’m hard to break,
It’s not a lie, nor a mistake,
It’s something that I chose to be,
To not hate all that I see.

I have many walls inside,
To keep anger far in hide,
You’d have to work to break them all
And earn my hate until you fall.

It’s not a warning, nor a threat,
It’s just my heart crying upset,
But some don’t care and see me small
And always try to break a wall.

Future seems to reach me fast,
Has, only one, broken the last?
I know hate, no need to worry,
Ends this chapter of my story.