the hate reflected

Thu, 10/24/2013 - 11:10 -- xione7

you wonder why i hate you

and i still do

you push me down

make me look like a clown

you think i dont hate you?

well thats not true

the other day in the hall

you made me feel small

and you wander why i hate you

it starts in my veins

my blood boils with rage when you yank up my hanes

i ball up my fist 

and i go thru the list

when finally you realize

that the look in my eyes

is the rage and hate reflected

and yet you still havent detected

my fist at my side

into your nose its preparing to glide

an image flashes in my mind

your face in the dirt my hands do grind

but keep control

dodging insults as i tuck and roll

my hand goes slack my vision returns from black

i stand there alone

no justice of my own

and when you go away 

i sit there all day

crying in the worst way

and you wander why i hate you.

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would not want to be that person you hated

well written poem

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