I Think Everyone Hates Me and I Think My Mother Hates Me

I Think Everyone Hates Me
I'm sure that everyone hates me
How I dress, my demeanor and the way I talk
What I say and what I think
Is always challenged and questioned
Am I crazy? Does my mind not work properly?
I'm pretty sure everyone hates me
They hate my eyes and my nose
My voice and my mind and my tongue
Disposition and inabilities
My awkward nuances and quirks
Most certainly I am hated
Not for accomplishment or vanity
I am not hated for richness or wealth
Nor skill
Everyone just hates me
And I don't blame them
I hate me too


I Think My Mother Hates Me
I think my mother hates me
And I don't blame her
I've been a deplorable son
An even worse human being
My problems call with no consolation
No reassurance and that's all I'm searching for
I've never had it, I want it, I need it
"Everything will be okay"
And any other trite profession
Any other platitude of consoling
But the only parent I've known
The one person who I should be able to call
Hangs up, because of her 26 year old problem
I think my mother hates me
For ruining her life, for ruining mine
For being