Well deserved of reposting. Hate is a bit of a foreign concept to me, I really don't hate very much if anything at all. But things do make me sad. This is a bit of a sad poem, and maybe hate is another form of sorrow
Well deserved of reposting. Hate is a bit of a foreign concept to me, I really don't hate very much if anything at all. But things do make me sad. This is a bit of a sad poem, and maybe hate is another form of sorrow
i'm really sad right now, so yeah it makes sense. to me there are three types of hate. soft hate, which is like, i hate lima beans. middle hate, which is what this poem is about. its more of an indifference to other peoples pain and well being. then theres true hatred, which is willing to do violence because of something crazy like racism or jealousy or revenge. most people dont think about the grey areas.