Hate is a serious thing
It's a thing that everybody has
Once felt.
Hate is not fun.
I don't like hating people yet
Somehow i still do.
Hate is often used as a joke.
Many people use it this way
Including me.
Hate is not a joke.
As stated earlier
Hate
Is a serious thing.
I often relate the word hate
To people whom (possibly who)
I love or care about,
Instantly regretting what i have said
Yet unable to take those words back.
To reverse time,
Put them back into my mouth
Erase them from my brain.
They will probably never forget a time
That i told them i
Hated them.
I have tried many times
Not to hate anymore.
But when in a moment of anger
I forget this and
My anger and hatred burst forth
Like a volcano
Erupting inside me.
And all the anger and frustration
That have built up inside of me
Just come out unbidden
In the form of this small four-letter word.
Hate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem