I don't know how to hate
And I don't say that as a good thing.
I don't know how to resent people,
How to want anything but the best for them.
In the heat of the moment, I might say I hate them
And that they don't deserve the kindness they've been given.
But in the end, I'll never be able to say that I truly resent them.
Part of me thinks it's because I'm too kind,
That it's because I do not wish for anyone to hold grudges
And that is partially true...
My kindness does prevail over the hate in the end,
But it also leads me to another conclusion,
That there are hearts out there that do not know how to hate,
No matter how much they've been wronged.
And I feel that on a whole other level
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Taste Of Freedom
PoetryWhat happens when a 17-year-old student discovers books and poetry while studying for the most important exams of her life? Well, words become her best friends! This is a collection of my original poems. When I write more, I'll upload them. Some poe...
