This is not my home
This is not my place
I’m sleeping with my
Enemy-
And I have no trace…
When?
I’ll be free
How?
I’ll escape…
This misery-
That engulf me and
Ruin my existence.
Enslaved-
Not wanting to
hurt
I thought
I could never
hate
But yes, I do it; Now.
“Thank You, my dear culprits.”

Hate is akin to love?