Kylee Bartz

(9-12-96 (September 12,1996) / Attica, New York)

That Girl

I hate that girl.
I hate how she's his.
Hate everything about her.

She's a slut.
She doesn't love him.
Not like I do.

I hate that girl.
I hate how she's his.
Hate everything about her.

She treats him like crap.
She doesn't care about him.
Especially compared to me.

I hate that girl.
I hate how she's his.
Hate everything about her.

I hate her.

Submitted: Thursday, June 10, 2010
Edited: Thursday, June 10, 2010

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  • Dakota Ellerton (6/10/2010 9:05:00 AM)

    I like how you've written this piece. It expresses that feeling most of us have experienced when we see someone we care about, with someone else, who doesn't appear to care at all. But as long as you stand by him, and show him you're there for him, maybe he'll see just how much you care. (Report) Reply

  • Lefix Onyango (6/10/2010 8:39:00 AM)

    do don't have a lot of hate for her for it might turn to harm you in the future...never mind she still are beautiful to me (Report) Reply

  • the Qween (6/10/2010 8:38:00 AM)

    well i know how you feel, your poem is full of anger, but you have to know one thing dont let any one Take away your life and deprive them of their joy, < moza (Report) Reply

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