I hate the way you talk to me, and your messy hair.
I hate the
way you drive me nutz. I hate it when you stare.
I hate it when you mock me and laugh as it weren't your fault.
I hate it when you say 'sorry' with no meaning and then as lightning, bolt.
I hate your weired choice of shoes, and the way you always mis-read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes
me sick; it always makes me whine.
I hate the way you're always
wrong. I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh, even
worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around, and when you don't reply txt or call.
But mostly I hate myself, for giving abundant chances and not hating you at all.
