I hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way 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 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.
I am loving and caring, and thoughtful and hopeful. I am sick and tired. I am shy and friendly, and careful and careless. I am broken and whole. 
I am misunderstood, misguided, and mislead. I am hard working and determined, but a lil scared on the inside. 
I wish on stars and dream my dreams. I pray to God and cry my tears. I smile on the outside, while I'm dying on the inside.
I listen to others who won't listen to me. I walk on eggshells, and I walk on fire. I believe in passion, but not true love.
I am everything and nothing all at once.
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