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