I want so much and I do so little!
Almost nothing if I had to tell no lies.
I write crap poetry with words of pity,
And I read words of despair!
I hate the world and I hate its people.
Or maybe I hate myself as I see me as so little!
Fuck you earth, fuck you peace!
Fuck everyone who sees or hear.
What I feel is my own sphere.
Now go on with your work, you creep!