i hate the fact that you werent there
i hate you when you are depressed so much that i am all alone
i hate the fact that when i came there , you werent home
i hate that it is wrong to hate , beacuse i cannot hold it in
why do i become the one in charge , why is being angry such a sin
i hate to have to hide my feelings, and act like i dont care,
i hate that when i need you most , your passed out , nowhere near
i cannot stand this failing love , it drives me to the edge
i hate the fact that i take care of you and worry when your sick
i hate that i am crying now, because this hate will not stick
i hate the fact that through this all i cannot hold a grudge ,
i hate the fact that by the end of this poem, my hate has turned to love
-me
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