Hate is horrible feeling because it burns of a wound where love is supposed to reside. I hate many people's choices, for harming me. I hate people who play with other people like they don't have feelings or matter. I hate you.

I hate some people's choices 

I hate them.

For hurting me.

When I did nothing to them but try.

And it meant nothing. 

Because it makes you feel like a nothing. 

And I'm not a nothing.

People who play with other people damage people too.