Hate Fuels Inner Strength Poem by James McLain

'The more you hate me, ' truth be told,
A paradox like a dance unfolds,
As disdain fuels the fire's the state.

Like echoes ringing through the air,
Your enmity is my cross to bear,
Yet I rise, resilient, unbowed,
From every word that's flung aloud.

With every scorn, a shield takes form,
Empowering the will to transform,
For in the face of bitter spite,
A strength emerges, it takes flight.

A paradox, the more you see,
The stronger blooms this inner glee,
Like a phoenix rising from the ash,
Defying odds, against the clique's.

In realms of power and debate,
A figure stands, emotions sate,
Just like the tale of times of old,
'The more you hate me, ' truth be told.