The Others Hands Poem by Alexander S. McGuire

Knowing so well who I wish I did not know
Knowing more than even there soul
If unknowing could ever be
From this character id be free
So stay close next to me
Because I know, I hate them so
Which generates an infectious flow
More emotions surely grow
I love to know that hate unknown
For hate can never be alone
But in the end I’m theirs to own
So take my hate and my faith
Its up to you what you make
I just hope its not already too late
Destiny is driven by fate