hate (a poem)

I wrote this a couple weeks ago when I was upset and I want to share it with you...

Chapter 1


Hate smells like a burnt dinner after a ruined evening
Hate is the dark night sky with no stars to light it up
Hate tastes like a rotten apple sitting on a lonley picnic table
Hate sounds like yelling and screaming in the room beside mine
Hate are the tears steaming down my cheeks after a rough day at school
Hate is what I feel when people talk behind my back without knowing my situation


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