Hate
A stinging pain falls upon my face making my vision turn red.
I look up into your eyes and see nothing but the rage and hate in your souls windows,
How could someone be so angry?
How can you go day to day knowing what you do?
I was kind, I was good.
But you made me like this.
Hit,
After Hit,
After Hit,
Put me deeper,
And deeper,
And deeper,
Into the dark where there was only a spark of hope left
But that even started fading as you continued to throw you anger at me.
Was I the one who made you like this?
Me your ’one and only’
How could someone be so angry?
How can you go day to day knowing what you do?
I was brave, I was slipping.
Fading,
And fading,
And fading,
Into a deep,
Deep,
Deep,
Darkness that made me lose my mind
You made me like this.
I can finally throw my anger at you.
How does it feel now mother?
You cry and ask me to stop, but did you ever listen?
Me your ‘one and only’
How could I be so angry?
How can I go day to day knowing what I do?
Very,
Very,
Very,
Simple.
I can go day to day knowing that I made myself free,
Of all the hate you would throw at me.
Can you handle mine?
Copyright © Evan Nelson | Year Posted 2011
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