Hate Poem by Holly Somer
Hate
Your face turns red
Your eyes bug out
Your hands make a fist
You stare at me with anger
You hit me in the face
You leave me there lying on the floor
I cry in horrer
You laugh in an evil way
It made me think
You hate me
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
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9/21/2024 5:58:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
There is a saying that an angry man shuts his eyes and opens his mouth. Hatred begets hatred, everyone knows, but still why they hate? None can answer this question.