And what's left is hate

I wrote this during the first semester of my freshman year I believe. It's a bit exaggerated, so I am not that much of a drama queen :-) Enjoy, men!


What’s Left Is Hate
I am a feminist. I hate men. I wish they didn’t exist and women would live peacefully with gentlemen. The same, you say? Well you’re wrong. Totally different species. Men only deserve to die for they are murderers. They have slaughtered my innocence, broken my heart, beaten my self-esteem and taken my soul to hell and back. Men. That very word makes me shudder. Liars, cheaters, back-stabbers. It’s hard for me to believe I ever loved one and had such strong feelings for others. I gave myself away too easily and they tore me to pieces like dogs. I was only meat to them, those heartless, disgusting creatures. My heart, soul, and mind are broken and exposed. He knew my secrets. My deepest, darkest secrets and he told the world. They are thieves, breaking through our safety walls and stealing everything within us. And all they leave us with is hate. Oh young girl, flee from their evil eyes. You are naïve and they smell your fear and uncertainty. They are ready to prey on you but you must run. Please guard your walls closely. Do not let them in. They will rob you of everything. And what’s left is hate.