My Name Is Hate

December 23, 2010
By Anonymous

My name is hate.
I am stronger than you would ever believe. I come in every sixe, shape, and form. I am your foe...The girl down the street, the boy who broke your heart. Even the nightmares that you dream. I am violent and malicious. Causing fear, revenge, and apathy. Sometimes causing people to harm others.
I am spiteful.
I am cruel.
I am everywhere.
No one can escape my grasp. Many have been effected by my brutality. Many if not all have cried, died, been hurt in some way because of my doing. My enemy is love. Although I always dominate. One thing about me...I never lose. I do not believe in forgiveness. I can be quite vain. I am not a fan of being fair. Nor do I give second chances. When I play the game of hate, I go all the way. Holding nothing back.Disregarding the feelings of others. I like to cause as much pain and suffering to others as possible. When I'm around people break into a craze. I control their every thought, move and emotion. Flowing through their veins. Encouraging negativity. Getting people in loads of trouble, and often times the aftermath of grief and regret. But am I remorseful? NO. I enjoy every minute destruction.I crave the anger of others. Their aggravation only makes me stronger. In the end hate conquers all. I overthrow any and all other emotions. Including love. As long as I'm around,nobody stands a chance. Soon the world will become nothing. It will have vanished. Destroyed by all humanity. Masked by darkness. But who should be left? Among the lost world? Nobody. Nobody but hate...

And that's the cruel fact of it.

The author's comments:
This was written when I was taken away from my mother. My father had claimed she was abusing my brothers and I. Although the accusations are false, my dad has been granted temporary custody and I'm not allowed to be with my mom for a while... This has shown me true hate. That someone would go out of his way to make someone miserable... To get back at them for things long past... To enjoy their pain... And worse of all, to seperate a mother from her children just to have the pleasure of saying, ''Look who's won.''

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on Jan. 11 2011 at 12:30 am
Elizabeth_Day SILVER, Battle Ground, Washington
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I'm truly sorry for what's happening with your family right now.  I just want you to know that no matter how bleak the future looks, there is hope.  There is always hope.  No matter how strong hatred seems, there is love.  There is always love.  Love never fails.  I know that I don't know you, but I'll be praying for you an your family, Anonymous.

By the way, you're writing is fantastic!  You're use of repetition is powerful and completely fits your topic.  Bravo!

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