Too Much Hate

TOO MUCH HATE

look in the mirror
it may reveal
the cold gleam in your eye
the hate that you feel

why can't we relate?
why must I feel rage?
why do we just hate
instead of turning the page?

there was a time when I lived
with that sharp spark in my eye
so attuned to the negative
all I could do was cry.

But I wised up somewhere
remembered to gaze up into the sky
learned again how to care
flicked that tear from my eye.

Now I try to relate
its cool tides drown my rage
and I know beyond hate
lies peace on the next page.