I hate these words repeating in my head
I hate these rhymes my brain has been fed
I hate this feeling of not feeling my feelings
I hate this part when it's too late to hang from the ceiling
I hate the guilt that I guiltily push down
I hate it when all I can think of is the same old noun
I hate my hate towards hateful beings
I hate the ****** melody my mouth sings
I hate that I have no say at this point
I hate my heart breaking, worse than breaking of joints
I hate this room and this house and this neighborhood
I hate these things that everyone should
Love and adore but somehow I can't
I hate when I become to the shrinking size of an ant
I hate this verse that I'm making
When I stand up in class and recieve laughs at my voice shaking
I hate my complaints and I hate my emotionless emotions emotionally seeping out of my motionless skin
I hate this I hate that I hate you
I hate that I'm lying right now just to pull me through