The Hate In My Blood Poem by essa boyer'

When I see you I feel it rising
your face starts my pulse to quickin
everything about you I loath
you're weakness sickens me
everyday you whine and complain
your first words in the morning are about your pain
you are such the drama queen
be a man like you used to be
show no fear
show no hurt
your hunger for pitty enrages me
Be my hero
Be my dad
Be something
Anything! ! !
other than whimpering
you're pathetic...I hate you