• Now and then we say hate,
    If some ones mean or late,
    We think not of the damage done,
    So eventually we are left with none,
    No one to call us friend,
    All alone 'til the bitter end,
    Wishing we could take it back,
    But self control is what we lack,
    Soon guilt begins its attack,
    We set alone sad and cold,
    But it seems your fate has been told,
    Remember this before you say "hate",
    Because one word can control your fate,



    -The Phantom of poetry