Baskadia

At the end

I wrote this to try and show how i felt when i realized that the facade that i put out was nothing more then a lie. The worst kind of lie because it robbed me of my identity leaving me a stranger within my self. Surrounded my the faces of people that claim to love me but the persistent question that never seemed to be answered is how can they when even i dont know me so how could they.

Hate

Hate is a illusion of a negative thinking about a person,place,things,community, individual, environment... Nowadays hate is ruling minds of people