HATE

by DARLENE

Hate to me is the thought of not being able to forgive,
the knowing of not being able to forget.
Hate is being known for something you are not
and being unable to change yourself.
Hate is sorrow, anger, and loneliness,
the blood that drips from the lips of the innocent.
The salt from the tear of the beaten.
Hate to me is my previous life.
The life of a child who only wanted to end her own story.
The thoughts of a girl who wanted all around to end their’s.
Hate is the loathing of the ones she made foolish.
The minds and hearts she broke ruthlessly and oft.
Hate is what I was.
Hate is what I still am.
The hate I hide within myself is and shall break through
to the reality I know as life.
And the hate I hold within myself shall overpower the strongest of hope.