I hate how people is never happy with the things they get.
I hate how people never try and they're always fast to quit.
I hate how people is never positive and always wanna complain.
I hate how angry people get if it begins to rain.
I hate how conniving and evil people can sometimes be.
I hate how only paper comes to mind, if they spot a tree.
I hate how people ignore mail and return it to the sender.
I hate how it's such taboo to like the same gender.
I hate how people hurt others just to get a thrill.
I hate how half the population just wants to rape and kill.
I hate how people don't love the happiness that life brings.
I'm such a happy person. How can I hate so many things?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem