The "I Hate The World" Tendency

So i've been thinking about this lately and i come up with a humble opinion about the matter. I notice, some people are really into "I Hate The World" vengeance, sure thing our world is not supposed to be a playground for kindergarteners, instead, it's more like a warfield for soldiers. So, if you hate the world, grow up, change the simple-mindedness of undeveloped kid. There are so many things we can do in this world, too many precious thing to appreciate, why focus on the bad side? And more importantly, what contribution that you will contribute by vomiting venom and doing nothing but doomed yourself in hatred. I doubt hatred gives you nice feeling unless you are a chronic psychopath (really, i dont even know such phrase exists, lol). Why torturing your feeling with it? I don't know if it's true or right to the case, but somehow, the person who is in "I Hate The World" tendency haven't seen enough glimpse of the real world, they may get that from the influence of hypothetical theory that its clarity is still doubted. Moreover, it can be a tool to shift their helplesness or it has something to do with self-esteem. People who have very low self esteem may want to find a justification of the injustice they feel about themselves, like, "I'm ugly, it's because the world said so, that's why i hate the world" when in reality, the core problem is the inside of the person, the world cobtributes little to their very self-esteem, instead, the core problem is inside them, the hopelessness arised because they are actually too care about what would the world see them like, when the reality does not conform their ideal, they feel it somehow betrayed them.

As i stated before, the world is not a playground, stop playing around and waste your energy with draining emotion. Look at yourself, reflect, improve and smile!

The Hidden Of The Obvious. A Poem By Me

Here the fence of a tangled intangible
Not a word speaks only a gloomer
There outside, charming blossom flowers
Bloom brightly, dance swaying in a rapture
Who wouldn't want to smell them?

The gloomer smile, the flower cry
The gloomer walks a step ahead
The flowers sing like a dead
I love you said Gloomer
Why would you said Flowers
Not a hint or a feel, though it's real
Will the gloomer blooms?

There the flowers swaying in joy
The fence is smacking itself in gore
There when the wind blows
The flood of sweet fragrant of blossomed love
Not an eyes see but a true heart glow.

Alienated Alien. A Poem By Me

There when the insignificant stand,
We surprised him with an immense light;
A present to open his eyes,
Of how hideous he is.

There when the insignificant stooped,
Collecting his remaining pride;
We donate him a stick made of wood,
To help him know how fragile he is.

There when the insignificant lay,
Counting his breath, muttering his pray.
We laugh in circle around him,
To make sure how powerless he is.
The alien-faced insignificant spurting blood,
Makes us horrified, jolted and jumped.
A tiny razor leaves an impression in his gory wrist;
A silent truth of a soul in peace,
Oh, how pitiful his state is.


Such a special and delicate heart,
How wonderful his mind was.
Now he floated to the afterlife
Remain nothing but collected dusts.

We curse whoever deflowers him.
God, make him come back.
We love him our heart ache,
Alien, come back to us
But he never hears our compromised praise.

The God chuckled seeing them,
Of the end of the alienated alien
And the swindling sparkling crowds;
The abominable adored feather-brained,
The greatest morons in the world.