I hate the hate that resides in me now
I hate the hate that is so heavy it weighs me down
I hate the hate that keeps my emotions tightly wound
I hate the hate that charges my wall
I hate the hate that lies to strengthen my fall
I hate the hate that has me in chains
I hate the hate that courses through my veins
I hate the hate that is a shadow at my side
I hate the hate that has stolen my mind
I hate the hate that blinds me from the stars
I hate the hate that has created my war
I hate the hate that has stolen my grace
My scarlet letter written all over my face
i think this is a really good poem also dont let people hate on u and your poetry because u r really talented
Love and accolades have come before me. Really? This lurching, unrhythmic, cheap collection of rhymes is not a poem. I nearly strangled reading it aloud. I wonder: did the previous commenters let themselves *hear* this piece so bad it could not even be given the commendation of being called doggerel. How in God's name is this on a best-of list? Shameful. Go back to those pencil sketches you probably think are art also, Adalie. (God, I hope you don't think you write poetry.) Boo-Hisss! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Talentedd, i love it.