I have such hatred like you.
I fear one day I will be like you.
A scary burly person,
I fear you, as others.
But unlike them, I am like you.
Rage comes so quick,
And leaves quicker
But destruction is left behind.
Fear burned into their minds.
Do they fear me as they fear you?
An answer I'm scared to know,
But one I must learn.
Unlike you, I can rein in my fury,
For how much longer?
I'm scared of you
And scared of myself.
But I can't let my wrath control me.
I will not be like you,
For I could not hurt another.
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Poetry"A poem begins as a lump in a throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness." - Robert Frost.
