Mirror and Coffee (2006)

Its too hard to look at myself in the mirror
And see these eyes full of hope.I hate hope 
As I hate my cup of coffee if too hot.I cant 
Blow the steam off everytime or burn my tongue
Sipping on the brew.I hate my image on the mirror.
Its too full of innocence which i despise.I hate
My eyes talking to me and the whispering walls.I hate 
The way I love and I hate the ones I have.People appear 
Like rainfall and then leave;leaving that mildewed odour 
of emotions.I hate the walls coz they appear forever new
With the paint on them even if they are not.Reminds me of
My wasted emotions and hopes which I painted everyday
To make it look new and fresh.But all the while someone
Chiselled out blocks of uneven rocks from it for me 
To fill up again.I hate everything I did not.Humans, trees, birds,
Life, poetry, agony, pleasure and feelings.The jigsaw always 
Has a solution,but this puzzle had its last piece stolen
By a dream.That is why I hate hope and all those 
Who cling on to it.They leave you like an incomplete 
Puzzle.I hate life as a concept and i hate it as a reality.
I hate everything but hate.Someday I will come to hate 
That as well.That day every pain will end,every puzzle
Will be solved.I hate the mirror coz it reflects me as I was.
I hate seeing the love in my eyes.I hate my eyes coz 
It was loved.I hate hope but can't help hoping for the end.