Question On Hatred Poem by Stanley Oguh

Why do we hate when it hurts?
Hate… it comes with the highest cost…pain.
To hate means to hurt, to feel sorrow and the constant struggle
It attacks from every angle, feigning for tears and heartache.
Fools hates, for they willingly submit themselves to despair,

Why do we embrace hatred?
Why do we choose to believe in something that mocks every emotion?
Is it fear itself, or human nature, survival instinct?
Will science discover the reasoning for such insanity?
Of all the worlds' mysteries, hatred remains unsolved.

I am in pain,
I have drained all hope
Diminished all optimism for hate,
to drown in my own tears, alone

Why do we hate, more importantly…why do i?
Are we scared to be alone, or are we trapped in sick game destined for failure?
Do we enjoy pain, the taste of the salt on our tears.
Or simply is it the desire to feel something magical.

I am lost, I am alone
I feel as if every gesture is unwanted, unnoticed
My sadness consumes me, yet…
I persist, I keep trying,
To control the very demon that steals life from my beating heart,
Hatred, is the devils' game, and I am but a slave to its trickery.