I think

Written by: Charles Smith

Disgust and contempt.
Wrath and loathing.
Conflict seems our fate.
I think I may call this hate.

Desperation for freedom.
Stress without relief.
Shake to the point of tears.
I think I may call this fear.

Smiles and hugs.
Joy at your thought.
You were sent from above.
I think I may call this love.

Bright and bubbly.
Spring in your step.
Don't care about the ugliness.
I think I may call this happiness.