Hate is in all of us.
It runs through us like a poison.
It gives us strength.
It gives us sight to what we don't see.
Some people survive by it.
Others suffer by it.
Me.
I suffer but need it to survive.
To fuel me in my life.
It makes me want to hurt people.
I hate it that it does.
Hate is in all of us.
It helps people kill.
It gives people a reason to hurt.
It blinds us but gives us sight.
Hate is an excuse not a reason.
Author notes
just a short poem about the hate in me and how I sometimes just want to hurt people.
tell me what you think and if there are any improvements I could make.
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oh c'mon! three words get over it!
god fare enuff thats how u feel but try different literal effects jesus!
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