Letter About Hatred

You know what, tonight I really really need you sweetheart. It's not because I'm tired, but it's just because I want to hug you, that's all. Sometimes a hug from a beloved person will cure the most painful feeling.

Sweetheart, sometimes I do regret become a good person and feeling good becoming an evil. People just make my day bad, and more bad every day. They just keep telling lies, hiding their true faces, and hate me while they smile at me. People just don't accept me for what I am, not like you. They hate me when I reveal their true form, their true identity, and they keep saying that I am the one who telling lies. I just tell them what I saw, what I hear, and I always honest about how people behave and thinking. Maybe straight forward meaning an insult for them.

When you (I) care to someone (not as much to you), you (I) can't hoping for the same thing. They (We) aren't the same (.) as us. I learn that with a hard way. But what am I supposed to do then? Being an evil all the time? I guess it's not my role to play. Is learning people differences makes life better? Well, I guess not all the time.

I admire some persons and I obey their commands. I just do all the best thing I can do for them. But they didn't respect me, they whip me with their annoying and dirty words, they keep using me all the time. And when I do something better then them, they envy me. They crush me and seal me, to make sure that I won't do the same thing again.

Could I call this as hatred? If it so, then is there anyone feel the same? Is this why peace never become a reality?

You know what, I have the feeling of love from you sweetheart yet I have the feeling of hatred from them. Is this the prove that I am a human? I have the feeling to kill them, make them suffer. But will it end? And if I didn't do anything, who will change this circumstance?