a heart that only knows how to hate

Hello fellow readers! 

I am back with another poem today which is a mix of anger and empathy. I have talked about anger and frustration on one of my IG post lately. I talked about how anger and frustration are the only two emotions that are not met with the same kind of empathy as in the case of saddness and happiness. 

The poetry I write has been all albout either sadness, women empowerment or too much happiness. But I wanted to experiment now and put out this frustration and anger I have been feeling but at the same time keeping my words empathetic for the readers. 

Go Ahead and Read It.

‘a heart that only knows how to hate’

You hate yourself
'cause of all the sins you once committed.

You pity yourself
'cause you think you are innocent enough.

You think your narcissism and abuse
are what everyone around you deserves.

Your heart is a hateful place to be in
and I am glad I freed myself from it.

Your eyes are so lifeless and
your soul is made up of poison.

I feel happy 'cause I left you,
guess you weren't good for me, baby.

You beg for love 'cause you want to feel,
desperately and maliciously.

You think you can put yourself on a higher
place to feel the love and the pleasure.

But the truth is that you are so full of self
disgust that you can't feel no more.

You prey on the others and inflict pain
'cause you can't hide your mean self.

You lie because you want to be heard
even if it's just in pretence of being the truth.

You can't empathise with the others,
but can drown yourself in your ocean of
self pity.

You don't love no one,
just like you don't love yourself.

'Cause if you loved yourself,
you wouldn't try to look like me.

If you loved yourself,
you wouldn't try to have a life like mine.

If you loved yourself,
you wouldn't have shamed and blamed me.

If you loved yourself,
you wouldn't seek so much pity.

If you loved yourself,
you wouldn't be this hurt and alone in life.

Your life is a pathetic cycle
of self hatred and misery.

No one deserves your hate,
it belongs to you and your petty soul.

I feel sorry for you,
and for all the lives you have hurt.

I hope one day you'll find yourself
and end up loving yourself.

I hope one day you don't have to
pose like me to look beautiful.

I hope one day you'll be able to
own your smile rather than imitating mine.

I hope one day you'll make your own
choices rather than trying to take mine away.

I hope that one day your hateful heart
will turn into a garden full of flowers.

-The Loquacious Writes

Context:

This poem was something I wrote for the creepy and bullying behaviour of someone whom I had the misfortune of meeting and knowing. This is exactly how I feel about this person, you don't love yourself if you try to look like others everytime. This poem reflects my frustration and towards the end it's all about how I empathise with that person and hopes all the best for them. I wouldn't have written this poem if I wouldn't have been in this stage, but sadly I am and fortunately I will always, always, self express. 

x.