It’s strong.

It’s weak.

It’s serious.

It’s overrated.

It’s a destroyer,

And a creator.

It’s a secret.

It’s obvious.

It’s familiar.

It’s foreign.

It’s distant,

And it’s close.

It’s in everyone.

It’s in no one.

It’s real.

It’s fake.

What is it?

It’s hate.

A/N: I know it's not very long, but it came to me pretty quickly this afternoon, andI just thought that I would write it out. Thanks for reading. Review me and let me know what you think if it's not too much trouble. xoxo