Midnight Silhouette

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

I hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you critisize me.
I hate the way you look down on me,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your ignorance,
and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
it even makes me rhyme.
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

she told the story ... 16:24

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