My hate is made from-

Zain making annoying sounds,

Shayan saying since when every day,

And when Adil turned round and bragged about how fast he finished his work.

I found hate-

Running away from Zain’s hyena laughs,

Crowded up in a noisy classroom,

Being shouted at by a teacher,

Crying in a dark empty room,

Where peling an broken heart. 

This hate can break Mount Everest in a million pieces,

It can turn the smell of cupcakes into the smell of tuna,

And it can paint the walls red.