What is hatred?
It's what makes people dead,
It's when you hate a person,
Who hurts you for no reason.
You ask why they hurt you?
It's because they're jealous of you,
You have something they don't,
Don't ever wished they'd stop, because they wont.
They're like ants,
Hanging on your pants,
They won't stop you,
But they'd disturb you.
Just stop minding,
Soon they'll be nothing,
Once you be the best,
All of them will just be the rest.
YOU ARE READING
poetry
PoetryPoems, of my own, and I'll also write poems here if ever you send me, and of course I'll thank you for that.
