what has changed me into something i don't know? forgotten feelings like i never know eyeballs bouncing in a room of blinded me careful of feelings i thought i knew me a man is waiting at the corner screaming at me angry hate for myself: the hidden me a closet of angry words no sight to put them in hateful sea of love with no one to put it in a classic film of yesterday is just today once tomorrow, maybe never, i hate me bricking myself into the wall wretched sin hoping to be by myself, i won't let you in my product is only second-grade i hate to discuss what this man has made forming in my hands i know it all too well staring at the glass i know myself too well hate is just a four letter word