Hate

A poem about the father of my first child and my feelings towards him

Hate is such a strong word
But it's the word used most often
Do we have reasons to hate?
Most do but most don't
To most it's a fad
Something that seems cool
But to be used abused and mistreated
Those are things that inspire hate
Hate rages inside to the point no one
Can calm it...It can eat you up inside
It can kill you dead
Some want that
But me...the hate simmers inside of me
It boils to the point of bursting
I hate him
I hate him so bad I can taste it.....