Hate

Hate

I hate to pretend something I’m not

I hate to see something pretending to be black

I see a rose, I see a daisy

Everything is the opposite

In the world of darkness

I hate to hide the pain inside

I hate the headaches I get from thinking so hard

I hate saying I hate everything

I hit a locker it doesn’t relieve any pain

I fall down the stairs

It relieves me that nobody stares

I hate when your so judge mental

I hate when you talk behind my back

Come and say it to my face so the hating stops

 

Reviews

[Linear]

I hate being me, not that i want to be you, i dont, i just hate being old ok older than you, i want to be young, i hate young people for being so young, I hate my mother for having me so young, if she had left it till later then i would be young (I dont really hate my mom) but most of all i hate being cold, if only i could be so bold

[Goodbye]

Very passionate, very angry. But what if you didn't care about what everyone else is doing?

That's a hard idea to get to, but this poem really illustrates the opposite...good job!

[Caitlynxoxo]

VERY powerful! Hate is such a strong word, and i think you protrayed the different sides to it fantastically! :) Thanks for sharing!

xoxo Caitlyn xoxo