People hate me.
Or at least I think they do.
Whether it was a disagreement,
Or a time I stood up for what I thought was right.
Sometimes I know I did wrong,
And never took the time for an apology.
People hate me,
And somehow that is more humbling than selflessness.
I feel guilt along with the utter awareness of my mistake.
People hate me
And because of this,
I refuse to hate people.