maybe I should let you go
They say there's a fine line between love and hate,
I think the lines a bit too thin
But when exactly does one snap and begin to feel the other

how did I learn to hate?
was it when I watched him lay hands on her
or when I felt too powerless to do anything
perhaps it's when I swore no harm will come to her again
And still when it happened again I watched helplessly,
a feeling of hatred aimed at me I somehow began to feel
pleading as his fists pounded her skin
STOP

a picture imprinted in my brain
a distrust to any emotion I might feel for the other gender,
what if he turns out to be like him
what if I become her staring at the fists of another as they plummet down my bones
i could almost feel it, the pain
a memory...