I do not like to be hateful, but yet I am

I have started to have hate in my heart, and I'm not so sure why. I might know but then I cant say I don't. I think its because I look at a person and I bare their soul to its naked state in my eyes. I try to see their light infront of me. Whether I can see it. Whether it exists. Or maybe I feel injustice and I dislike the way others treat me, or even the way others' flaws are so aggressive the way they stake my heart. The way it violates my being. I think I am living in injustice, to my people, to myself, to our souls. I am hateful to the injustice and the person. I hate the person, and I hate the way they are on a pedestal when they do not deserve it.