Poem #8

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by Miss_Paradox

by Miss_Paradox

Hate....

Hate is the thing.

It's the very thing that makes me sing.

I feel......I have strong emotions.

Not the kind that is brought by potions.

There is love and then there's hate.

What I feel, is hate, always.

So it's too late to love, today.

Sometimes, hate makes me smile,

in doing so all the while,

I am laughing, cackling

Hate makes me unpredictable,

so very despicable......

That's how I am,

But under the hate,

just wait.

Because I'm also very violent.

Yes, it's true, but I'm no tyrant.

I'm just me.........

-BY MEEE!!!!!!!!!