You think it arbitrary;
unfair;
The way I treat you –
hate you.
But you don't know the story.
I've got reason;
there's cause –
History –
an enduring feud
between your blood and me,
stretching from my childhood
to now and beyond –
to my death.
So don't judge me,
hate me,
curse me;
not until you discover the truth –
I've cause to hate
that runs deep as my mind heart and soul.
I must have my say;
but the one who hurt me,
who caused me to die inside,
is long gone –
and you,
you look so like him;
act like him, I find,
so you will pay in his place.