Silent whispers scream all around
The voices, they never stop
Calling out a friendly word
Is not their true intent
Yet out of this hate
Comes their twisted feeling, Love

Love is divine
Some say to me, but
can divinity cause the pain I feel?
Perhaps it's to teach
Or to truly inspire...
I say it's their twisted hate

O to be young
When little was known
And all was acceptable
Yet they ruined it all
With the twisting of hate to Love
I Love her
But her answer?
*Hate