hate

You have no idea how much I can hate

Even though you’re my

friend

family

love

you really have no idea,

do you?

like frost clouding a window,

seeping into my heart,

unfeeling cold.

You don’t know that I have learned to “hate like a woman” (to quote a good book),

to hate not with a firery, intense

passion,

but with cool, strong, unyeilding

ice.

To never forget

never forgive

never yeild

to stay strong like winter,

to hate.

And you’ll never know.

Because I am a chamelion;

my face and demenor change with the breeze,

but I can melt into the shadows too.

You don’t realize how easily I can make people forget

that I’m “mad”,

upset,

hurting;

all the while turning these useless emotions into something helpful,

strong,

my beloved ice.