The waste of hate

Anger is an emotion no different that hate,
I'll tell you this cause it's part of my fate,
Hate is an emotion that you may only choose,
And when you do many things you'll lose,
Hate is an emotion that burns up the heart,
Drives people mad and tears family apart,
When I think about hate it makes me sad,
Makes me think about things I could've had,
Things i lost and never again will be,
Now inside myself I live in misery,
Hate is an emotion that is a waste of time,
Know when you choose hate your no better than slime,
Or should I say you become disgusting as bile,
Carefully read this poem and ponder it a while,
So if you understand this message today,
Then harken my words or three times you'll pay,
If hate were the only emotion I choose i know my life would be a waste,
I'd be stuck in a prison or murdered in haste,
Because for fun i'd break peoples bones and take there life,
Die bleeding they would stuck in the back with my poison tipped knife,
I'd crack a smile and then i'd grin,cause you said I was born to sin,
And surely you'd know I was evil when I did it again,
You've just read my poem deep down you know it's true,
When you choose hate you become the destroyer of you.

-TPG