To speak of all the things I hate
Is to speak a million words of debate
And in this hate there are few things I like
A world of darkness with one lone light

I hate obnoxious people and things
I hate it when the telephone rings
I hate I when there are too many people around
I hate it when to my room I am bound

But the thing I definitely hate most of all
Is the thing that traps me in and acts like a wall
My twisted, disturbed, messed up mind
The thing that leaves my true self behind

So this is me, escaping my minds fate
This is me, stepping outside the gate