Hate
Hate flows through my blood like a river,
My temples pain with frustration,
My eyes burn with furry.
Will someone comfort me?
Will the road I take in life bring more anger?
Will I continue to dislike my life and all the people in it?
Hate.
No matter how much I run from it,
my anger and pain haunts me.
It chases me,
Faster and faster, my heart beats with fright.
Will I be overcome by furry?
Hate.
I managed to escape it,
I finally found hapiness.
My cheeks ache from my many smiles,
My eyes sparkle with delight and joy.
Will the hate return?
Hate.

 
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