I Hate It - Poem by Jessie Jett
I hate it when you stare at me,
or when you call me names.
I hate it ever more when you make me play those games.
I hate it when you whisper and you turn around and laugh.
I hate it when you point at me,
or the way you make those faces.
I hate the way you dress,
or how you tie your laces.
I hate it when you jump at me,
or when you try to pick fights.
I also hate the way you tell me how to spend my nights.
I hate the way you do your hair,
or how you pretend to care,
Because you suck at it.
I hate your personality.
I hate how you think you spend more money then me.
I hate it when you say I'm poor.
The fact, however, if you changed all this
I'd hate you even more.
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