Do I hate my life?
No, I simply hate everything it has become.
Lies, distractions, and a quest for more senseless meaning in a meaningless dilemma.
How else do I survive the day to day mediocrity?
Understand this and you shall begin to know me.
My world revolves around disillusioned images of your hate toward me.
And I'm never good enough to repair the damage done generations back.
My daughter inherits my burden and I wonder why.
How could I have allowed such a terror to occur - simple - just one more failure.
One of so very many.
And maybe I fail to realize some beneficial cause for all this, yet to suffer a cause may not be a worse fate.
And again excuse me for I have failed.
That's all I am to you, one sad pathetic worthless excuse - a waste of pure oxygen.
