I hate and am angry

I want to spread me over the people like butter on bread
If only things were from 3rd person, I wouldn’t have to keep running
From my nightmares that scare
Me into submission
But I can overcome them,
Dial a collect call to the ultimate intercessor
I love You more than I hate them.
I cry when I consider how bad I’ve been
How bad they’ve been and I hate and am angry
at me and them.
Pointing fingers at drunken frats and raping dads
That are so rampant and stupid I cannot keep track
I am buried in grief. Resurrect me. Please.
I think I can make it here on the hell on earth that is earth.