Hate Poem

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When I was little my parents got divorced. Then from there my brother and sister began to fight with each other. Then with my dad, too. I hated it. What they did. Then my brother died. He was...

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Without You

Published by Family Friend Poems October 2009 with permission of the Author.

I HATE being patient, but I've got more of it than anyone else I know.
I HATE having to put myself aside for something else,
but I care enough to do it.
I find myself filled with a lot of that lately...this...hate...
It sounds so weird to say it out loud...hate....It doesn't have a nice feeling.
I HATE-
It's just not me.
It's not how I want to be.
It doesn't sound right coming out of my mouth.
It doesn't sound right swirling through my head.
Why is it that I find myself constantly forcing that word out of my head?
I hate that...
there it is again,
lately it creeps up on me.
I know what causes it. I'm tired.
I'm tired of being patient and putting myself second,
second for you.
I hate you,
I don't hate you.
I hate the power you seem to have over me.
I hate that I can't hate you.
I feel helpless,
The words echo through my head.
They echo through the room.
The room
This room.
I hate this room.
The room you so kindly took the time to build for me.
The room in my head,
once my sanctuary - now my enemy.
I hate this room.
I'm forced to sit in this damp windowless room.
There is no way out. Not yet, anyway.
I have to wait.
wait - and be patient,
wait...
for you.

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by Shawnna Allison Law
7 years ago

When I was little my parents got divorced. Then from there my brother and sister began to fight with each other. Then with my dad, too. I hated it. What they did. Then my brother died. He was shot. I hated the people who shot him. I made my sister promise she wouldn't leave me. The next year she moved out, not even saying goodbye. My dad went to jail. I had to live with my aunt. Come to find out we weren't even related. I've been lied all my life. I hate it. But for some reason I can't seem to hate those who did it to me. I can't hate them, but I can hate what that did. I find that is because I know that they are better people than that.

by Ada Zhang
9 years ago

I hate being patient,
waiting for your priceless admiration.
I hate being alone,
when you race outside so happy like a cyclone.
I hate your eyes,
attracted to it even if I know it's full of lies.
I hate this room,
because it's full of our weathered bloomed.
I hate loving you,
because you know I just can't get over you.

by Nicholas
10 years ago

This poem fits my life right now. After complications with my closest friend I've ever had. She makes me so frustrated but no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, I can't hate her. Which I suppose I'm glad about because I don't want to hate her. I just miss her. Wish that she'd trust me and confide in me how she used to. But I can't. And I hate it. I'm bitter now. Bitter at everything. And I think that's the cause.