Hating someone is scary. A seed of hatred suddenly sprouts in your heart. It is nurtured by everything about that person - face, words, actions, presence, everything. You feel it growing and you can only just stand by and watch as that tiny seed becomes a fully grown tree. That tree produces these fruits of sheer wickedness. The fruit is cold to the touch, and sweet to taste - just like revenge? The only thing left to do is to take a bite of that fruit, and then you’ll be swimming in dark thoughts for that person. But that’s not the scary part about it.
What’s scary is that even when you haven’t taken a bite yet, you still find yourself wanting to, even when you know that it is that single bite that will make you snap. If you notice, it is only that one bite that you have control over. The sprouting, the growing - you couldn’t help that at all. Despite that, you still find it immensely difficult to keep yourself from staying away from all that hate. You don’t want to, but you can’t really help it.
The most annoying part? Bite or not, you still lose.