Hate filling my blood and bones
the hate keeps me so alone
anger for things i don’t understand
Anger’s the only friend i have
no compassion for other’s or myself
no compassion from anyone else
to see so much Happiness all around
to wonder if your share is underground
the friendships never last anymore
lasting forever in the days of yore
one seeks out friendships but is denied
how do you make friends if others don’t try
Hate and Happiness work side by side
just like Humility and Pride
what’s in a life if it hasn’t been shared
what’s in a life if nobody cares
caring for others who share their life
but sharing yours is something they don’t like
James Pack 