This loathsome feeling,
stewing inside of me,
this whole other person,
so dark and discreet,
so spiteful and bitter.
The infuriating sensation,
and racing pulsations,
I feel when I see,
see the person who did this to me,
I am not human,
I'm a monster, a beast,
the hatred grows inside of me like a disease,
it spreads to every inch of my body, aggressively.
The person I detest,
I detest so great,
Is the person,
who taught me how to hate.
I thought of this poem about hate as all of our hearts were once so pure and innocent, sometimes i wonder where this world is coming to!
emily summers
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hate-49/
