Listen To The Hatred And Clap Your Hands

I hear so many voices 

With the same frequency 

Crack and hiss, static noises 

Like radio in my head 

But I tune out the beautiful songs 

To listen to the nonsense noise, frequently 

And the hours are short yet long 

In self-loathing and discrepancy 

But the hate resonates louder 

Then the vibrations of love 

Because I think I deserve 

To hear nothing but hateful love