HATE

My words could best be described with a picture.
Trees of golden leaves growing in a black sky.
The pollution withering their life.
That would only describe half of the hate I feel.
A crowded city of smiling faces.
Sadness buried beneath the paint.
Helplessness and insecurity blinding their souls.
Fairies crying at their hate and repulsive actions.
If only thoughts would become words.
I would scream in hate and blow away their perfection
as they stand their naked
every scar of regret screaming for attention.
Mindless bodies of greed and power.
Helpless like a starving child crying for hope.
The poet feeds off their agony
and smiles as they starve for a soul.
Laughter pulls at my mind.
So this is the life they chose.