Why this hostility?

I sat there scrubbing the grime

Off the surfaces as you berated.

Fighting tears, warning them

To hold back until later, much later

This isn't the time to breakdown

I can lament another day I said.

I felt sad for you, very sorry

That you are an archetype

Of hatred and wrath untold

I felt pity and the tragedy of

Your plight, that you hang onto

Dearly, it destroys and feeds you.

I pondered and reflected as one

What it must be to adapt such

Malignance in living each night

To abhor another, to despise fully

Must be tiring at some point

Exhaustion must come certainly?

I do not understand, or fathom

It's depths, your depths of bitterness

The very thought taxes me always

Why are you so vehement

Why this unshakable hostility

When will you grow out of it?