Poems of the Young one

I hate you

I hate you.

Why do you treat me like this?

I hate you.

I wish you saw my bliss.

I hate you.

So much it's unbarable

So much it's hard to reason with.

This rage within me is like a burning fire

Something that i hold close with desire,

I hate you, i despise you, i loathe your ways,

I wish that i never see you in my older days.

My head my thoughts, an angry cloud,

This rage its dark and loud.

My hate for you is very strong

It could be a song

A song that i hear on repeat

That makes me want to retreat,

Retreat from you and all your ways.

You make me so angry and make me hate these days.