I don't hate anyone, hatred is a form of anger. I have none.

I don't get mad, I don't get upset. Emotions...I'm not sure if I have them.

Then one day a man showed me love, in ways I could never even dream of.

How to have happiness, joy, and laughter. How to dance and how to sing.

No more perfection, no more listening to the rules. Just to be me, myself, and I.

That's all he ever said to do. It's everything I never tried.

Until one day....he shattered my heart to pieces. The love, the hopes, the dreams.

All of it gone, and for what? I was just a small piece in his little game.

He played me like a fool even though he treated me like a queen.

Now I see every man is out to get me.

Out to break my heart again.

Now my love is only my own, I'm not sure I can ever share.

What I once had, it can't ever be found. It disappeared into thin air.

That man who broke the heart of this girl. Till the day he dies he shall pay.

Or until another man steals her heart, saves it, and takes her away.

So she can be free and happy again, away from all the misery he caused.

So she can love and be loved truly by another who is not out to break her heart.