Who killed Hate?

She has been with me all my life, but now I cannot find her.
She dwells in my heart, but now she is gone.
She helps me with my actions, but now I work alone.

Hate has never left me before.
Hate has always been there my whole life.
Hate is a part of who I am.

I see Hate in my conversations.
I see Hate in my actions.
I see Hate in my mirror.

She likes to tell me that I should not talk to someone.
She likes to tell me that I will fail at what I am about to try.
She likes to tell me that I will never meet certain expectations.

Where are you Hate?

Have I left you?

I think she is still there,
but I have found such love in him
that I have forgotten what
Hating myself feels like.

Hate, I have moved on.
I have found the key to the ******* you have kept me in.

B.K.