MY POETRY BOOK

Hate

I hate it
I hate the way the tears compliment my eyes so well
I hate how the blue fits in with the clear tears
I hate how I the tears rushed down my face
I hate how they lead many paths across my cheeks
I hate how the tears burn my face like acid
I hate how the tear remind me of the raindrops on the window
I hate how the tears just soak in to my skin like they are now a part of me
I hate how whenever I am wearing blue I feel sad like the color
I'm feeling blue
I hate how I look while I cry
I hate how I cry about stupid things, like a made up character
Maybe I just hate one of the things that make me unique