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Hatred Is Fear Made Manifest

Poetry is turning out to be a very cathartic medium, I should do this more often.

Set the Mood

Hate is a growing sentiment in the world, and we have no one to blame but ourselves.

Hate is a growing sentiment in the world, and we have no one to blame but ourselves.

Your frail mind watches on with scruitinizing eyes,

Only to have those peepers ripped from their sockets.

This is what happens when you look upon lies,

And let your hatred fly like rockets.

What you see is but an illusion,

Dancing, dipping, and weaving.

You're the progenitor of your own delusion,

And it's no one's fault but yours for believing.

Spread your vile thoughts across every land,

Burn every bridge that you've ever built.

Rip every child from their mother's hand,

Let no innocent blood remain unspilt.

For why find joy in a gentle embrace,

The sweet caress of passionate kindness,

When you can sprint in the dreadful race,

And martyr the world with vitriol's blindness?

At the end of the day you'll be sad and alone,

Broken by the weight of your own decisions.

You killed your enemies by burning your home,

Now you're worthy of naught but derision.

Fear it was that ruled your mind,

Falling prey to being scared of the self.

Fear of their judgment put you in a bind,

And you chose poisonous spices from life's shelf.

Perhaps in another iteration you'll choose wisely,

To fight the crowd in which you have drowned.

Your failure to do so just wouldn't surprise me,

And I hope that failure keeps holding you down.

As we stand for all that is good and right,

We look upon your fear to stand as a blight.

Hush now, go softly into your pitiable goodnight,

Let us silence those sentiments bred straight from your fright.

Self-Realization and Acceptance

For a long time I worried about fitting in with people, trying my hardest to be what I thought other people would enjoy, and it made me hate them when I would emulate their behaviors only to find they hated me as much as themselves. It led me to begin asking myself why I keep repeating this same process of emulation, and also why these individuals would hate me despite being a near-mirror image of their personality. The answer came to me quite swiftly when I began to love myself for who I am without considering others first.

The majority of the people I meet seem to be trying to fit a mold made by the environment around them, and they yearn to be free from that oppressive expectation. Alas, most are too scared to scratch the surface of self-exploration, and the removal of inhibitions of the self seems to be too daunting of a task. They hated me because I seemed to be the mold they wished to fill, but were only pretending to fit into in their hearts.

My fear of being myself led to hatred; hatred of myself, hatred of the people I wished to fit in with, and hatred of the world. Those days are over now, and I'm free to spit in the faces of those who'd wish to drag me back into their ill-shapen molds of life. Be you, be unique, and cherish every bit of genuine self you express!

© 2021 Kyler J Falk

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