Hate Is A Love's Cry Poem by victoria avina

I hate the way you act
and the way you present yourself.
I hate it when you don't try,
or when you just dont care at all.
I hate everything about you:
your laugh, smirk and eyes.
I hate you so much,
that it makes me smile or
even makes me cry.
I hate waiting for your texts.
and waiting in the halls.
I hate that your never off my mind
and that you'll never know.
I hate that everytime I see you,
I'm too scared to say hi
and that when you try to talk to me,
I run to the bathroom and hide.
I hate how you think I don't care,
or if your a waste of my time.
But most of all I hate the fact
that I did this to myself.