Hatred

5-6-02





I hate you



I hate the way



You’re cheerful all the time



And how you find it odd



I can’t make a happy rhyme



That I’m not happy all the time



Well I’m sorry



I’m not writing to please you!



I’m writing what I want to!



And I hate you



I hate how you look down upon



All those pretty models



You say



They’re way too thin



That’s easy for you



You already are



And I hate you



I hate when you try to make me optimistic



It only makes my stomach sick



I hate it when you tell me



My fetishes are gross



You only think so



Because you don’t have any



And ask me for my grades



So you can show me what a loser I am



Standing next to YOU



Basking in your SWEET PERFECTION



Of a summer day



Were crystal shards of light fly by



And I know



It’s All you

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Author’s note: (deticated to: Susannah)Originally the ending was supposed to mean that it was her, as in her fault that I hated her. Not just me hating everyone. But it sounds more like I think she is my light. I don’t care how it’s interpreted. She’s one of my best friends, either way fits.

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Cecily Hope's picture

This is a really cool poem, I liked how angry it was. I especially liked the line about basking in sweet perfection, wonderfully written.