Hatred

I hate you,
I despise you,
I loath your presence,
Your lying tongue,
Your hollow eyes.

I wipe my hand after touching yours,
Trying to wipe away your filthiness.

And yet,
In hating you,
I hate myself,
For am I not commanded
To love,
To sympathize,
And to forgive?
How can I say,
      "Forgive me, Lord,
      While I refuse
      To forgive my trespassers?"

How can I hope for mercy,
When I have none to offer?

And yet,
How can I forgive you,
You,
Who I wish I had never known?

So here this dark bitterness lies,
Buried deep inside of me.
No forgiveness to offer you,
No forgiveness to pardon me.

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