Rules

Laid before me on a silver platter
is the length of the golden rule
"Treat others as you would treat yourself."
But what if you hate you?
Wrapped up in a bear hug of self-loathing
pressing and squeezing as the rage contained within is quietly seething?

Not very kind to me because I don't feel that I deserve it
Why so mean?
Why bury the good in you under thoughts so obscene?
Don't you understand that the rhyme was right all along?
Life is just a dream
It's not up to you to torture yourse

lf trying to figure out what it means 

Is that another rule meant to be broken?
Have the quieter positive voices finally spoken?
No more being frozen in place
Don't want to be unkind
That'll be the new creed to be a  motto
Grant the soul grace and calmly allow gentleness and peace to follow