I hate the way you talk to me, and the way your never there.
I hate the way you look at me. I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb foolish games, and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it,
I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you.
Not even close, not even a little bit,
not even at all.
pretty nice poem. it reminds me of someone.