Poem

I hate the way you talk to me, 

and the way you vut your hair. 

I hate when you drive my car, 

I hate it when you stare. 

I hate your big dumb combat boots,

and the way you read my mind. 

I hate you so you make me sick, 

it even makes me ryhme. 

I hate it... I hate the way you're always right, 

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 the fact that you didn't call. 

But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,

not even close,
not even a little bit, 

not even at all.