I hate it when
You stare into my eyes and tell lie so true,
And how you know though all of it I will still forgive you.
I hate it when
You say your sorry and quickly apologies,
And how I can forget all of your lies.
I hate it when
I look for you at church,
And how it is a never ending search.
I hate it when
There is nothing I can do,
When I see everything I hate in you.
I hate it when
You say you have changed,
And yet nothing in your life has been re-ranged.
I hate it when
I see everything you could be,
But when I look there's only tragedy.
But what I hate the most is when
I look strait at you,
See everything I hate and still I love you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem