Tell me what You hate and you tell me who You are
Because that what hurts the most, is what left the deepest scar
What brings us disgust from the actions of the few
Is what brings the same disgust when the mirror is what we view
“How could they?” we question, ponder, and roar
While doing the same as them behind the closed door
As a distraction, in other’s business, we poke and pry
Never stopping to ask the question, “how could I?”
As anger and rage swell You up like a balloon
Realize what that says about the true You
Potential 