Hate

Hate

Such a strong word

To truly hate something is rare

I used to say I hated this one person

Now I just nearly pity them

For no one seems to like them now.

There was this other person

I couldn't stand her

She was absolutely terrible

But still not deserving

Of the word hatred.

I think I'll know it

When I hate someone

There will be a feeling in my gut

And I'll want to stab them every day

But I won't.

I might even learn all about them

To give me a reason not to hate them

Because what is the purpose of hating

Why can't I just dislike them

Maybe there isn't a purpose.

The other thing is

If someone is being rude

It's true that they aren't doing it for joy

Nobody is that sick

Naturally.

So I don't think you should be so cool

And toss around the word hate

I might sound like a five-year-old

But I'm mature enough to say

Don't give them ammo, keep it in.