THE CALM WRATH FROM HATE

The pain i go through
The hate you give
All piling up like some unused energy within me
When once over heated explodes like the volcano Heartless, Ruthless you are towards me
And when i am asked to choose between returning the hate i get from you and maturing to not get affected by it Pray i choose the latter to keep blood from spilling Because my wrath scares more than the pantha's

This poem is about: 
Our world

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