What I Hate
On The Fringe
Registrant
I hate my brothers in pain are still suffering, still hating.
The energy in life lost on hating. It is like dividends of pain on damage done....
I don't like focusing on this topic. It may be exhaling the pain.... But only as much as necessary. It can become morbid reflection. Only the man himself knows.
I hate this is even necessary.
I hate that serial sex offenders are not executed.
I feel the pain in letters from wives of damaged husbands. It is something I need to flip the coin on and find a way to see the next positive step.
I used to hate more. It feels like a dangerous indulgence to me. Maybe others can afford it. I can't. Maybe I am different than others. Maybe I am weaker. Thinking on the hate actually hurts me.
The energy in life lost on hating. It is like dividends of pain on damage done....
I don't like focusing on this topic. It may be exhaling the pain.... But only as much as necessary. It can become morbid reflection. Only the man himself knows.
I hate this is even necessary.
I hate that serial sex offenders are not executed.
I feel the pain in letters from wives of damaged husbands. It is something I need to flip the coin on and find a way to see the next positive step.
I used to hate more. It feels like a dangerous indulgence to me. Maybe others can afford it. I can't. Maybe I am different than others. Maybe I am weaker. Thinking on the hate actually hurts me.