buried deep,
past the barriers of my sleep
no more walking tall
the axe has to fall

things seems so cruel
the people you love
never feel for you
and the ones you do not love
are the ones that do

i keep on reading books
and looking at the world around me
but still, i do not know what to do
somethings i never see
garden shaded trees protect me

these days,
i choose my smile from a box
i go to bed when it is cold
i wrap up and wear the warmest socks

my fear is,
that this becomes –
a gender debate
but not informed
simply, who do you hate