Hate Poem by emily summers

This loathsome feeling,
stewing inside of me,
this whole other person,
so dark and discreet,
so spiteful and bitter.

The infuriating sensation,
and racing pulsations,
I feel when I see,
see the person who did this to me,

I am not human,
I'm a monster, a beast,
the hatred grows inside of me like a disease,
it spreads to every inch of my body, aggressively.

The person I detest,
I detest so great,
Is the person,
who taught me how to hate.

I thought of this poem about hate as all of our hearts were once so pure and innocent, sometimes i wonder where this world is coming to!