It's in you I see who I use to be,
vexed by the reminder of selfish youth,
vexed by the reminder of selfish acts of Disrespect.
Hate, I Hate the Hate you generate in my direction.
I want to return the burn but remember I am in another place,
and have no time to waste it's best I treat you as if you do not exist
the world has much damage to deliver
the world as much joy to bring
I really can't afford to let your tantrums in.
but this I'll let you Know
I love who you will become.
when time has left you stunned
and turned you inside out,When
the hate you have for me
is completely forgotten about.
By then I shall be dust
a faded memory,and you realize
the part of you like me,
when some child of youth vexes
your wise old mind,
and you Hate the Hate they Generate
because it wastes your time.
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