I Hate

I Hate

I hate that he is my teacher, I don't want him here anymore.

I hate when some one calls him a fat pig they don't get into trouble,

but when I tell him to get on with the lesson he gives me a detention.

I hate how he think he's all that and everything.

I hate I hate I hate......

I wish he would just leave me alone.

My eyes are bloodshot from the numberless tears I cried today.

I hate when people see me cry, I need to show I have a strong soul.

But...maybe I don't anymore.

I hate that people call him names and he ignores them, but not me.

Why me?

Why not anyone else?

Why not....just leave me alone?

The truth is, I don't hate you.

I can't, Jess told me once long ago, that being anrgy or hating is a waste of our time.

I understand what he ment by that now.

I don't hate you, it's against my nature. My loved ones would know.

I Hate......Nothing

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[PJ]

Is this one of my not so good poems? Hmmm...