Hatred

Hatred

Through all the days you schooled me in hatred I endure quietly 
Your fear and self loathing the text and writ of your education 
With the fire of your tongue and the bitter cold of your silence
You sought to elicit the reaction you could use as your fuel

Quiet was my answer during your tutorial in anger and rage
My refusal to answer according to your curriculum of hate 
Each day an uncertain mystery a walk through a minefield
Pain striking me through the heart making me bleed

When I finally do reply with forgiveness you are enraged
An offering of love is declared a lie peace declared a war
Each effort to find a reason to carry on to rebuild found lacking
Throughout your tutelage I fail to please as you never accepted:

The only thing I will ever hate is hatred