You think that the world hates you:
That not a soul cares,
But because you hated the
World too,
You never knew.
No matter
Who you are.
No matter
What you do.
There will always be some one
That still loves you.
If you were less like hate,
True and free,
You could have told why I am me.
It seems like the world
Hates me.
It seems like the world
Hates us.
But I couldn't
Hate it back,
'Cos I'd end up like you.
Hate is such a strong word,
So openly used.
People rarely mean
What they say.
I could never hate a person.
No matter what they do.
Give up trying
To cause me pain,
And make me blame
The pure and true.
The truth is,
I couldn't even hate you!
I couldn't say that I have ever truly hated anyone in my life. I disliked people with a passion, but not truly hated anyone and I always thought something was wrong with me for not hating anyone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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