Someone took my hate away.
My words of anger, published here
in pain and bitterness and fear.

I put them where they could be seen
and maybe that was wrong, or mean
True, they didn't really represent me.

If I had half a thought, I thought I'd take them back
I think I'd swallow, watch them follow all those burdens that fell from my back

Since I began to heal and pain began to fade
and I thought better of them, and peace was made

But someone had more thoughts than I
and someone, somewhere, hid them from the public eye.

Someone took my hate away.
Before I could get to it
...So screw it.