You Hate Me

You hate this person that is me,

My accent, clothes and hair,

But this is all I want to be,

For your opinion - I don't care.

I'm never going to be Britney,

And to be honest I'm very glad,

Because all her songs are shitty,

And being Susie ain't half bad.

It knocks you sick when I wear my hair up,

You want it to flow free,

Plus when it's up I look like a fuck -

Ed up scally.

You hate the way I text you,

You hate the way I cuddle you,

You hate the way it's true,

That you're feeling love for me, too.

You absolutely hate it,

When men look at my ass when I walk by,

And you hate me 'cause I love it,

So why are you with me, darling? Why?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is aimed at the person that most of my poetry is about. He despises who I am, yet he can't leave me. It's a typical love/hate thing.

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LOL @ the Britney part, that's great