*Rated: Adult Language
There is a difference between hate and anger,
Hate has a shorter reason,
But always has the taste and is always stronger.
Anger simmers deeper,
It usually is formed by a secret,
Isn’t that right?
If I hated you,
I would have your picture on my walls,
I’d have shredded up memories of any trace of caring for you at all,
I’d burn the records of ever fucking trusting you.
Instead,
I cry alone in bed,
Sometimes I’m just so scared,
I pace around the room to forget your face,
Forget any trace,
Of the memories we made,
Before you became,
The monster I wish was dead.
If I hated you,
I’d drop you in a lake,
I’d let you drown with all of your “love”, it’s fake,
I’d let you suffer just as I did,
I wouldn’t bat an eyelash,
As I watched you try to swim,
splash.
Instead,
I hear about your heart,
My mind is in peril,
I really don’t want you to stare down that barrel.
I don’t understand why I give a shit,
When you are a monster,
What’s up with this?
So no,
I don’t hate you,
I wish I did,
Maybe then I could save some,
By putting you and your ideology
6 feet deep.
Instead I’m angry,
I’m angry at your mistake,
And mine for letting you make it.
by Ollie