Hate

I can't ignore it anymore, I feel empty I feel... I feel warm I feel cold too A wave of emotions I know this feeling But still I choose to ignore I count myself a lucky man But am I really, "Dream and be delusional!" I try, I've tried it more than once Finally I am proof They were not talking to me I know but still I listen I call it a hobby but really I am a lucky man I have said that I do not need them Still though I do Why you ask I am an observer Not the... Not among the characters Of the story Right, I have none But to observe.

A day maybe three I was away The dishes They lay on my cabinet Unwashed though they were I, the owner would later arrive To find that my dishes Had brought home some Strangers I am a dutiful man The dishes are now clean But still the strangers Have not gone home even though to my knowledge The feast ended yesterday I am pestered I am bothered by them They have a lot of demands I believe I have told them To go away Instead families have been raised I feel no more The owner I might be trespassing.