Hating On Me Poem by Angela Bontle Ditumiso

That's the thing about hate
It scraps and eats
At the one who houses it
I thought to myself
As I looked at the girl
I once called friend

Her face becomes crumpled paper
When she notices me
I can't help but smile
She sneers
Like I did something to her

I can't help but feel sorry for her
I wonder if what she's feeling
Doesn't it weigh heavily on her soul?
How does she feel
Wearing a ton of bricks
For a blanket every night?

How does she feel holding on
To such heaviness?
Does she even love herself?