Christopher Sugatan Fornesa

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Hatred.

I am not beyond intolerance,

Ignorance sometimes I feel.

I am not beyond the hatred.

Though I am beyond belief.

At times my love runs dry,

And many times it seems a waste.

Many days I feel an urge,

An urge to stop, reflect, and quit.

But somehow, though in spite of things,

In spite of what I face and see,

I feel that I must be a hero,

It's my belief that I should stay strong.

Martyred are my heart and soul,

But friendly is my strange demeanor.

Loud are my convictions,

While my inner hatred soothes.