antipathy, the unreturned

intro.
don’t know about being hated,
but, I’ve never hated anyone,
mayhaps the one that come close would be me,
oh God what a bout to win.

interlude
putting a smile to everyone,
would be hard while you don’t live,
may the effort be appreciated,
and push away the unwanteds.

dump the spoilt cartons,
the ones that blight the room,
with disgust and distaste,
keep the shelf void,
rather filled,
may your soul live in peace.

like whirling flurry,
may the disquietude wane.

outro
to not like is oke,
but to hate is unseemly,
perhaps the way I was nurtured,
I came to free the animus.