DOLLHOUSE CHRONICLES

POESY

The Power of Hate

Hate, hate, hate, hate.

Why am I always someone’s bait?

They love to hate on me; they don’t hesitate.

And why do I feel the need to tolerate?

Why don’t I think of myself as first-rate?

Is it because I believe this is my deserving fate?

Who appointed them to adjudicate?

Hate, hate, hate, hate.