Existence Of Hate

They told me when I was young that I would change
What I once saw would become like everything else,
The same -
The open eyes of youth would close down just to cracks,
I would never again see the real world,
Just like the rest, I'd turn my back.
I told them once when I was young,
That it was too late for me to change,
I couldn't ignore the facts,
The reality that brought this incredible pain.
Scars wichin my flesh and soul,
Stayed just for show,
Seeing, I felt and saw things,
Others could never know.
They tell me now to turn my head,
So that I may rest in peace,
But ignoring the things I know,
Would be living a life of deceit,
The perversion of love and the power of hate,
Lie deep inside my mind,
I can't turn to ignorance -
The life of the worldly blind.