I’m that person you love to hate,
The one you keep waiting at the gate,
The one not to get close to, you ensure…
… It’s ok… It’s fine, I can endure.
I’m that person you love to hate, And I ask for no abate, But let never your scowl Upon any other soul. … Let it all come to me… … I ask you for this word… As I hold within me The hatred of the world .
I am that person you love to hate, Whose existence you negate, Deny all you want- … But I’ll always be here To take the nightmares that haunt And mock you, affront. And the suffocating fear… I’ll take them all and endear.
I’m vessel for all the world’s vice, I’ll contain all your lies, All the evil seeds that you’ve sown… All your mistakes yet unborn… All the sins- heavy as boulders… I’ll carry upon my shoulders. And I’ll never let them out- Neither the Satan nor my shout.
I’ll take all your sorrows, And leave for you the glee, All the joys will be yours… … Mine will be your despair. And yet I’ll not flee, For I’m not yet done, yet I’m to dare; I’m to leave you all the sweet dreams Mine will be your nightmares. As I’m the person you love to hate- And wish- would disappear.
So, Leave all your nightmares to me. Go, go back to your fantasies, - Go, and leave me be.
Wait, not yet- There is still the frustration, The agony, and your yell, The turmoil in your mind that makes it all hell- Drive them onto me- Even though I’m on my knee, I’ll relieve you of the load- of the suffering untold With all the hardship of the world Burdened on my head And yet I don’t mind… …I’m that person u love to hate.
Beyond that grave-that dirty soil- Where darkness- in grin- lay in coil- Where reside the discarded and the vain- Is where- I- who’ve conquered pain- Chose to be – and to be insane, With a heart that no longer beats- And as a bane To your heed- I stepped away from you all… … With all my darkness… … From your high constructed walls.
I am the refuge to the sick and the disease ridden, The keeper of your secrets- of the doors forbidden. And yet I’ll not break, neither will I yield; I’ll not fall apart by the burden of your guilt. I’ll not give up-for I’m the one Pandora’s box, I’m the rebel, so strong, that your poet has spoken of.
I’m all that is bad and wretched, I took them all as mine. I took all the darkness- For a brighter sun to shine.
I’ve guarded the gates of hell- And the place where I dwell Of gloom and despair- dark and cold- A prison – an endless well. And I did what I did- I did with no regret; For I’m that person you all love to hate.
But, No matter how much u despise, I’ll not care, I’ll rise. I’m to hold all of the worlds vice As I’m the rebel of fate. Albeit, I’m that person you love to hate.
Let this be my will, My testament, if you will, And at the end of the day I ask for nothing but I pray- That person you love to hate Will have a place at the feet of God And the forgiveness- That he never got.