hate my way

I could be a smack freak and hate society
I could hate
God and blame
DadI might be in a
Holocaust, hate
HitlerMight not have a child and hate school
I could be a sad lover and hate death
I could be a neuro and hate sweat
No, I hate my way
I make you into a song
I cant rise above the church
Im caught in a jungle
Vines tangle my hands
And Im always so hot and its hot in here
I say its alright
My pillow screams too
But so does my kitchen
And water and my shoes and the road
I have a gun in my head,
Im invisible
I cant find the ice
A slug, Im
TV, I hate
A boy , he was tangled in his bike forever
A girl was missing two fingers
Gerry Ann was confused
Mr. Huberty had a gun in his head
So I sit up late in the morning
And ask myself again
How do they kill children?
And why do
I wanna die?
They can no longer move
I can no longer be still
I hate my way