Writings of Expression

Little Sponge

I am a sponge, so vent your hatred to me.
When I feel full I'll release it bit by little bit
Until I am free of the anger through outlets.

No one seems to get how strong I made myself
All for the sake of absorbing the hatred near me.
Hatred will at least fade before I die, my friends.

This little sponge has a shockingly high tolerance
And limit to what can be absorbed all at once.
Give your hatred to me and I will try to lessen it.