Fatal Hate.

Live through the world
like a stain on white paper
You've heard this said before
It constantly beats through you
Holding someone's hand all the way
Never on your own
Can't face the mistakes you've made
You hide them from view
Shamefully continuing life
with so many secrets to hide
Looking at the frail life
It crumbles through fake fingers
Violently take your breaths
through a mangled lung
Clench those brittle fists
and shove them down your throat
Repeat that hateful cry
thrown at your screaming mirror
You can never know
what I really feel inside.
Or has it been revealed?