Hate swelled up inside me.
Choking me, strangling me.
Hiding me from myself behind it.
I could only stand and watch me
As I bellowed at my father.
I heard me abuse him,
Poison others against him,
And do many despicable things.
Told him how I hate him
And how I wished he was dead.
Hate is a funny thing;
It splits you in two.
One part against the other
So that you can never win.
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