Why I don't write with hatred anymore.

In case you're wondering why I have stopped writing poems with a lot of hatred, and violence; it's because I don't have it in me anymore. That drive, that voice, that pure yet simple energy that would guide me in my writing is no longer with me. Instead, I have been writing more on the lovey-dovey side. Which isn't bad. I've always written lovely poems, but now it's all I write. When I try to disassociate myself from my poems, it ends up being a very shallow topic. Such as sex. Ive tried time and time again to retain that hatred that was once part of me. I just don't have it anymore. Maybe I just don't care. I used to believe to an acceptable marginal error, that somehow, somewhere, sometime, my poem could help someone see the error of their ways and change it. I guess I hoped too much, but it was always a dream of mine. Because deep down I do care about people, not as much as the next guy but I still do.