Hate Feeder
I take hate like pills,
Drink disgust like wine
And laugh at jokes that were
Never meant to be funny.
Like what, you obsessed?
You stare enough to insult it,
Stare enough to notice?
Do you think about me
When I'm gone, after it's over?
Do I matter enough to you
To make you want to hurt?
You have to care to hurt, you know,
So you must care too much
And lucky for me, I care too little—
About what you'd like me to do,
What you'd like me to be.
Instead, tell me what you hate
So I know what I am;
Tell me exactly where I cross the line
So I know where to walk;
Tell me the dress code
So I can create my own;
Tell me what not to do
So I have a plan.
Hate me so hard you love me,
Despise me so much you supply,
Resist me so much I exist.














