They all hate me and I haven't
the foggiest why. Everything
they do or say makes me sigh.
But somehow someway I
still care about their opinion,
and today I still cry.
So sweet, so pleasant, so
nice. And after a while their
claws drenched in venom
show and I always act
surprised.
Why do they hate me? Is it
because I am darker than
most? Well can you blame me?
They hate my guts and I
always wonder is it something
I've said or done? But then
I come to realise that they
are nothing but darkness
and I am the Sun.
They all hate me, but that
speaks volumes in so many
ways.
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