Hate, Chapter two is about the gap between how a person looks and how they feel. The speaker sets two short lists side by side. On the outside there are laughs, smiles, dimples and carelessness. On the inside there is insecurity, depression, sadness and anger, and every bright word from the first list returns as a "no": no smiles, no laughing, no carelessness. The opening lines, "There are many sides to one / There is one side to many," hint at the same split, as if a single person can hold many selves while the world sees only one.
The speaker's feeling lands in the final lines: hate. They are quick to say it is "not an evil hate," just a broad, tired kind aimed at "the world," "the evil" and "the good" alike. That suggests the hate is less a judgment than a heavy emotion with no particular target. The mood is bleak and blunt, and the short, flat lines make it feel like a confession.