He’s a guy
He hates me
But what does it mean to me
Do I hate him back
Or relax
All depends on my maturity

He gets mad at me
More than a average person
Does that hurt me
Not really
Because he’s a pal

He’s not the best
But he is my friend
He is straight forward
Funny and chill
When your problems are gone
Even if they come back
He isn’t bad
When you get to know him

Maybe at first you think he is rotten
But really he ripe
And nice and possibly
One of the best you’ll ever get in life
Even if he hates me

I’d probably wish him good luck
We may separate a lot like a friends Usually do
But that’s either because
Trust was lost or hatred was brought
But this time
It was just a reaccuring event
That seems relevant to me

He is my pal
You could say he is immature
Or a hot head
But does it matter when you can find a light
If he can smile and have fun
Does that really mean he is bad

He probably tells me more bad details about me than anyone ever did
But trust me it ran through my head
Before he hit me with his anger
I tell him
To continue
For I can hear more

I honestly believe what he can say
Can bring me a brighter light
Even with a curse or two
He is my pal

I don’t consider him bad
Just hurt or angry
Not someone I hate
Just a friend I consider more considerate than he may ever see of himself
Maybe he will read this and call me fake
But would I really lie about good times that made me feel more rejoice
Than the crushing world outside.

I hope the best for him
I don’t care to hate him
He is my pal
That’s all that matters.