I'm lost to a sea of love, only to reborn in a world of hatred

i'm sick of being accused for being not hard working enough. maybe i did. so? i know what to do and what's right and what's not. stop telling me what to do. i have had enough. i'm not a rolling ball nor a puppet. what do you want from me? say it out loud. PLEASE. DO. NOT. COMPARE. no one love to be compared with the others. you would start off as: ' not that i wanted to compare but...' and then the rest of the fucking crap you can figure out.
sometimes you made me hate you. yes, you made me. and i hate you for making me cry.

i'll cross my fingers and hope you're going to read this piece of shit.