hate

just the day he got famous
everybody celebrated
everyone was happy and in the party mood

he tried so hard and finaly the world lay at his feet
their joy was bigger than his
they never wanted him around
they ever denied his words

he was the laughing stock of school
he was just there to tease
to play with when there was nothing better

this is how he felt
and now more then ever
they could not be happy for him
they were just endulging
basking in his light and glory
they knew him and he made it

never did they want his opinion
never was there genuin intrest in his life
just him as the fool
the one they could leach on

he just admired the few
the honnest

every one told him how much they cared
how much they loved him
how they were there for him when he needed them

and he remembered only those who never gave a fuck
but did not pretend
he liked them the most
because they saw his true light
no light

they always came to him
bullied him
fucked his mind up
called him names

he admired them
for their cander
for the sameless ego's

no that he made it
he just played a little
just gave them what they desired
he gave all he had

and when the love set in
true love and care
he felt it
he could not deal with it
too much in times of plenty
too little when ever he needed it for real

they all were his friends
they all were his fiends
they just leached and sucked the lot out of him
and now that they could spare more
and return some of his faith
he turned
turned away

all the girls that rejected him
all the boys that bullied
they all seemed to care
that fueled the hate
for they just basked in his light
they just wanted to be near
because he was some one now
not because of him
but his fame and succes
he let go
the pain

he stood there
his flok cheered
they were extatic
they wanted him
he gave it all
and shot himself
on stage on tv
for the world to see
for the world to feel
the pain
the suffering
the ego he fought his whole life
the fool he was
so clear was his action

the world drowned in tears for him
now that the loved him

no he did not feel that vain at that moment
he knew
they would never cry for his death
but just for their loss

they did not deserve him

just his hate, he carried for so long
fueled by their ego's


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