I Hate You Poem by Waltzing Mouse

Have you ever met someone
Who steals your friends
And turns them against you
So when you talk to them
Its like biting into a bitter apple
And when you want to see them
They're 'busy' or 'out'
And you know just where they are
Your stomach turns and you feel like crying
Screaming; 'they're my friends! ! '
I'm hanging on to them
But she's prying them out of my cold hands
slowly I begin to give up
but still in my heart, i want them back
she's taken the things closest to my heart
She's stabbed me in the back
Laughed at me
And she'll pay for it.