Poem/ rap thing. tell me what you thinkk?

Question

The Hated.
One of those awful black days when nothing is pleasing
And everything that happens is an excuse for anger.
An outlet for emotions, stockpiled, an arsenal, an armor.
These are the days when I hate the world,
Hate the rich, hate the happy, hate the complacent,
The TV watchers, beer drinker, the satisfied ones.
Because I know I can be all of those little hateful things
And then I hate myself for realizing that.
There’s no preventative, directive or safe approach for living.
We each know our own fate.
We know from our youth how to be treated,
How we'll be received,
How we shall end.
These things don’t change
You can change your clothes,
Change your hairstyle, your friends, cities, continents
But sooner or later your own self will catch up.
Always it waits in the wings.
Ideas swirl but don’t stick.
They appear but then run off like rain on the windshield.
My skull, wet, damp, windows dripping and misted with cold.
Walls of grey. Nothing good on the radio.
Not a thought in my head
Let’s take life and slow it down.
Incredibly slow,
Frame by frame with two minutes that takes ten years to live out.
Yeah, let’s do that.

Answer 1

Is it a song?

If not, too long.

(Sorry. I didn't mean to make a rhyme. XD)

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Answer 2

That's deep!

;P

Did you really write that yourself. Creative ;)

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