i hate it

i hate it when people push me around
i hate it you bugging me
i hate you for doing this to me
i hate being where i am now
i hate to be me
i hate everything about me and why it hurt so deeply to be me

why is the world looking at me as if i am an alien
why am i being where i am
why can't people love me
why can't i love
why it is always have to be you

i don't get what are you trying to prove
i don' think anyone can save me
i don't think you are happy to see me
i don't think that there is always a happy ending to a bad beginning

i am shouting out for help on a busy street but there is no one willing to help me
am i not entitle to it
i am tired being here
am i being silly or my mind is playing games with me

can i have a happy ending too
can my dreams comes true like other people
can someone help me i need it