Blind to Hate

I might be called shallow
but they just don't see
The hate that is consuming me
I am so tattered and torn
though some call me wicked and worn
They just don't see
The hate that wells within me
I can be a better person
so they say when the sun is bright
and yet they still don't see
The hate that darkens me
I might be called a shadow
and i can come to agree
but still, they still don't see
The hate that is me.