I HATE
I hate the way you look at me.
I hate the way you tell lies.
I hate the way you put men before your kids.
I hate they way you handle things, when you see that I'm right.
I hate the way you act, like everything's alright.
You never seem to care unless you're with him or whenever he's
near.
I hate the way things are going, they never seem to work out.
I hate the way you're always up and about.
I hate the way you laugh
I hate the fact you're here
I hate it the most when you're never near.
I hate it when you stare at me
I hate when you say everything will be alright.
Because it's all lies.
I hate everything about you, but I love you because you're my mom.