Hate is a weird thing right
Your parents and others tell you it's a strong word
But it's something everyone can feel
It's crazy how much you can hate yourself
And others
Hate, Hate, Hate
Is something that runs through my mind a lot
How much I hate my arms, legs, face, smile, acne.
How much I hate the way I fall in love so quickly.
How much I hate the way he acts when he's around his friends.
How much I hate I always end up in the same situations over and over again.
How much I hate the way he treats me.
How much I hate the way that I care so much.
How much I hate the world and universe half the time.
HOW MUCH I HATE MY LIFE HALF THE TIME.
BUT I ALSO HATE HOW MUCH HATE I HAVE IN MY HEART.
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Planted
Poetry"As my feet are planted on the ground I'm not really here I'm thinking about fleeing and being away for it is you I fear."
