could be improved on, i know
How to hate: One thing my mom never taught me
I can never hate anyone. No matter how much they hurt me. I’m just made like that.
Hate is not something I have learnt.
I know the words that love requires
And the silences it inevitably acquires
But I’ve never looked hate in the face.
I couldn’t tell if it was standing right in front of me.
I could hate if I wanted to. Maybe I already do. But I don’t know that I’m doing it. Maybe it’s what I’ve done all my life with people who have hurt me.
I’ve dubbed it.
Called it hurt
They’re synonymous, aren’t they?
I should hate people who
That’s my rule
But I can’t
I haven’t learnt how
to be bitter
to mutter curses
to not be able to face them
but that’s cowardly.
That would be extremely shameful
Why should I hide away
I hate, I hurt
Or they hurt, I hate
Or they hurt because they hate?
I don’t know hate
I can’t recognize it.
Hate-does it induce hurt?
Hurt-does it induce hate?
Diary by Inspired
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Written on 2007-09-12 at 21:29
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