My hatred is a trickster. It likes to disguise itself as something innocent. It lurks in the dark, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. It follows me around like my shadow, but covers my whole being at night. No matter where I hide, my hatred will crawl right back to me. No matter how hard I try to fight, it will sooner or later explode.
My hatred is a shape shifter. It can transform itself or me into something else. It feeds on bad memories, collect what people throw at me, and never forgets. It will attack when you don't expect it, from behind, in your sleep, in years. No matter where you hide, my hatred will find you and make you pay. No matter how hard you try to fight, your faith is sealed and you're doomed.
My hatred is my darkness. I learned how to live in the dark and to accept it. People who fight their darkness and hang onto the light will never grow. After all, there's no light without darkness, no good without bad, no yang without yin. No matter where we hide, our hatred will crawl right back at us. No matter how hard we try to fight, it will sooner or later happen.
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PoetryThis work is very personal and dear to me. When I was a teenager until now, I write down what I can't say to people face to face. No one knows about this, those poems and texts contain my deepest thoughts and my own, raw darkness. I hope every one o...