Hate

I hate vegetables,

They are disgusting.

I hate science,

It makes no sense.

I hate soda,

bubble, bubble- CHOKE!

I hate frosting, 

nobody needs that much sugar.

I hate secrets,

curiosity killed the cat, and I'm the cat.

I hate sadness,

why cry when you could smile?

I hate weakness,

I can do it myself... hopefully...

I hate lies,

Can I trust you? Are you sure?

But most of all...

I hate change.

Not pennies, nickels, or dimes

Not a change of clothes

or a different class I take,

or another choice I make.

I hate the growing up,

the moving out,

the losing touch,

the goodbyes.

I hate the new

-Life altering-

decisions I have to make.

I hate that things are different.

I hate being left behind

while everyone else moves on.

But I think I would also hate

staying in one place. 

I want to explore,

try new things,

meet new people.

But in order for that to happen, 

things have to change,

and I hate change. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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