sonnet That passion laid on

That passion laid on me by friend and foe
They love me lots or little one on one
Their strong insults and feint fear will my woe
I see inside me someone all should shun
My friends are prone to play on what they know
Im prodded pipped and punked in pithy fun
My foes remark on my mode just whom I owe
Their soft approach endorses damage done
Concurred that I can glare down arrogant
Concurred that I can irritate when rash
Concurred that I can side a sycophant
Concurred that I can hesitate and crash
Alls one to me as loves a kind of hate
And hates a kind of love you may relate
Chorus hate animus scorn