Hate


Hate so easily drowns out love.

Hate is the majority,
love is a minority.
In a crowd of positivity,
the hate stands out.
In a sea of negativity,
the positive is drowned out.

The bad outweighs the good,
and the good barely matters.
In a million good thoughts,
the bad ones stick.
In a million good memories,
the bad ones prick.

The bad hurts,
the good does not.
The pain of the bad makes more
of a mark.
The shining brightness of happiness
is often blocked
by the dark
disappointment.

Hate so easily drowns out love.

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