I hate you, I hate me, and I hate us
I hate the way you make me feel
I hate the sun
I hate moon and the stars
The rings of Saturn, even Mars
I hate the Milky Way;
And every other galaxy
I hate how we say we’re ok, even when we aren’t
I hate the street and the cars that fill it
The people that drive them;
And the air and how it gets filled with smoke
I hate stoners and the word ****
I hate bass heads, metal heads, and those alike
I hate music and how it makes my insides ignite
I hate my feelings
I wish they would leave
Then I wouldn’t have to make a poem of the things I hate
I hate all things
I hate the way I write
I hate the day;
And I hate the night
I hate how this poem makes me feel;
It fills me up with fright
This is the end of the things I hate
I wish you all a goodnight