It's Easier to hate a stray
Than to hate those I love. 
To love so ardently everday
And hate with a passion as strong as the above

An oxymoron of an existence
opposing emotions- each cathected
to the very same object 
Loved,Loathed,Rejected,Respected 

To hate what runs in your blood
And know that draining each drop 
would take your life with a flood
What will it take to make the hate stop

Stuck on the other side 
A sick twisted glass wall to seperate
Misconstruing how we see each other
An agonizing effort to communicate. 

What I display as pain
you perceive as coersion and blackmail
What You display as frustration 
I see as intimidation that leaves me frail. 

Trying hard, Kicking n screaming
Tired but trying to break through, fight fate 
Years of Ivy adorn its miserable opaque form 
Each leaf infused with more hate

The Poison from the leaves fills the air
The same hate runs through my veins 
Conquering My internal and external being
Claustrophobic of the perceptions that haunt my brains

Why Brains you ask? 
Because I leave my heart untainted
Indeed I have 2 brains- the first to process stimuli
The other to paint over reality in red. 

Can two sick minds cure each other? 
Maybe, If we could bring this wall down 
We built it with our own weaknesses 
the valued posessions we each own. 

You painted your side with callousness
A Stoic ideology to isolate all you hold dear
I painted mine with dependence on the cold for warmth
A pathological reliance that today shines clear.

Im bringing down my side today 
Cleaning the dependence off the clear glass
Once the sick ink stops feeding the ivy 
The leaves of hate too shall pass. 

I know it isnt a cure but it is a start. 
You dont even know who I really am now
I've changed so much that you'd be proud
Today though, the paint's on too thick for anything to
show.

No matter what I see or hear
One fact rings true 
You promised you'd never give up on me
And so Ill keep trying to get through to you. 

And when we've grown past these issues
The wall will fall shattered before us 
My voice reaching you unhindered unprocessed
The image of you reflecting in my eyes, clear and in focus.

No more distortion
No more limitation, hiding or pain 
Just a free spirit 
Alight n kindled- free of hate, free of stain.