Only To Leave With A Keeping Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Closer so many are to torment,
They would rather smear to sleaze...
Anyone they regard as seeing life,
To be lived making attempts to be happy...
With a removing of burdens,
From their own shoulders to lift.
There are those who despise people like this.
Only to leave with a keeping buried deeper within,
A hidden dislike for themselves and not admitting it.

'I hate you! '

I know.
You have been proving it for centuries.