Hate

I always find myself consumed with hate,
whether it's directed outward, inward or at nothing at all.
It burns so fiercely that I find myself short of breath,
and it gradually builds up, slowly steering me to madness,

At all times there is always someone I hate
I don't know why but it seems like fate,
I've loved, I've grieved, I've feared and I've trusted
but no other emotion plagues me as much as hatred.
And even though seeing others consumed by it can fill one up with glee,
I always secretly fear for those who trigger it in me.