Hear Me Speak

Have you ever read the book Speak? By Laurie Halse?

I'm like the protagonist.


(No, I was not date-rapped. . .)

But, I have some things to say. Some important things. But, I am unable to speak it, as the protagonist is.


Actually, I'm at danger because of these things I have to say, because the words are just gathering up in my mouth, making it full. Soon, it will overload, my mouth will explode, and out of my mouth these words will come. These words are meant for someone in particular, but even if anyone hears them, it is still dangerous. Though, my close friends reading this can only guess, it is still not what they expect, because these are not words of a bottled up love.


These are words of a burning hate.


Am I capable of hate? I bet you didn't know. Neither did I. But, this burning feeling, the shrinking of my heart, the clenching of my fists, and the nails digging into my palm are substantial proof of my hate. I hate this person. But, I hate this person even more for making me feel this hate. I hate to hate.
But, I hate to hate to hate b/c this person deserves my hate! (I hope you got that)

But, then again, hate never really solves anything, does it? Isn't it always forgiveness that brings light?