Hate feels good for a while,

But after some time,

It shows its true colours,

And hate,

It consumes you.

But it’s hard to want to let go,

Because sometimes,

We’re maybe forced to believe,

Or think that hate is the only,

Emotion that keeps us alive.

I heard sometime,

From someone that I saw as a child,

A man of big thoughts,

Who said that hate kept a man alive.

And I thought,

It couldn’t be true.

It took me forever,

To see that what was said was a lie.