This is not an upbeat poem
Where hate masks love in rhyming lines.
Instead, a glimpse into the truths
That till now have been confined.
Day after day,
You say you’re right,
Though I always prove you wrong.
And day after day
You prove your might
To be nothing, never strong.
Your voice,
Your touch,
The way you walk and breathe,
Instills a hatred
I thought could never be in me.
I hate the way you stop and stare,
And how you think you’re cool.
I hate the pain that you cause
To those you cannot fool.
Everyday I grow much more,
And when I’m gone remember this:
You inspired me to soar.
Without my hatred,
Passion can’t exist.
