glancing out

I hate you
No particular reason why
I just do, it's how it is I suppose
You are like cancer of my throat,were each time I try to speak a studder belches forth
Why hinder me from what I might achieve,block me from my intended path
I only see everything,yet you poke and prod as if im something to be exaulted,and I look down on you
For speaking so narrow mindedly,for humanity is truly miraculous. capable of so many amazing things
After overcoming all our struggles,if only we lived what we preached
What miracles could we ourselfs perform,what future might reeal to us if only if only we tried.