Hate is such a viral poison
Caustic, Cancerous, and All Consuming
A small boon of my broken thinking
Is that hate can barely move me
to trespass on those I could despise
Because I rarely give the mind
to articulate my cause of hate.
But I myself am never safe
from my own mind and my own hate.
It saps my will, it stalls my dreams
and leads to inactivity
Hating that I can't move forward.
I hate my lust
I cannot trust others to see my tarnished soul.
Could've done this, should've done that,
Been saying that for many years!
It could be easy, could be great...
But here I'm trapped in stagnant pain,
Because my hatred still remains...