They don’t worry about the struggle you’ve been through;

They worry about the hate they bring you.

It’s buried deep down in their soul.

It’s like they want to explode.

Their jealousy,

Their pain,

Their sorrow,

The life they think you have…

They don’t know what it cost you.

It’s all such hard work.

But instead, they hate you and your life,

All the sacrifices you made,

All the tears you cried,

All the sorrow you’ve been through,

All those sleepless nights

Wondering “what if?”

Hate is like looking at yourself in the mirror

And not seeing or loving yourself.

Hate is a dark phase,

For evil hates the light,

So why hate?