Hatred Of Me - Poem by Jane Roberts
She wants to spoil it for me.
Everytime I feel happy
She comes along,
and makes me feel bad.
I want her to go away forever.
How can I make her?
Tell her she is ugly, tell her I will leave her, tell her I hate her,
everyone hates her, thinks she is ugly and stupid.
Why is she still here?
She has nowhere else to go.
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