I hate
I hate you when you tell me to do my laundry.
I hate you when you tell me to pick up my room,
or do the dishes or sweep.
I hate you when you make me get off the phone.
I hate you when you leave me all alone.
I hate you when you don't seem to care.
I hate you when I am less important than your hair.
I hate you when you don't notice I have been crying.
I hate you when you think I'm pathetic for feeling like dying.
I hate you when you give me that look.
I hate you when I can't EVEN READ MY BOOK!
I hate you when I have to clean up after my brother's mess.
I hate you when you won't trust me with a dress.
I hate you when you slam the door.
I hate you when I can't stand it anymore.
I hate it when you act too much like a Mom,
couldn't you just be my friend?
I wouldn't have to walk around you like you were a bomb.
I hate you a lot, so why do I find myself loving you so?
I feel a fool.
I hate you, but I love you.
How does this work?
I'm going to go, I feel like a quirk.
Love and hate don't mix but somehow they must.
Because that is how I feel about you.
I love you Mom.
