(No tw, I just wanted to say this one is kinda sucky, I wrote this in the car while bored so, yeah.)

Hate.

It's something you hold

for many things around you.

For loud sounds.

For heat.

For the country.

But most of all.

For yourself.

You hate everything about you.

Your weight.

Your personality.

You.

You hate you.

You've always hated you.

You are wrong.

You are weak.

You are hate.

You aren't nice.

Or cool.

Or pretty.

You aren't anything good.

If you aren't anything good.

Then how can you

Yourself

Be good?

You can't.

You can't be good.

You cant be anything close to good.

Because you are hate.

Because you hate.