I Hate You

A funny YET true assumption of most men…
Roses are red,
Violets stink,
I’m about to,
Tell you what I think,
You’re using me,
It’s not very nice,
Why don’t you go,
And get a life.
Don’t you think it doesn’t hurt,
Don’t you think its mean,
Every time I see you now,
I just want to scream.
I now know what you're like,
I now know what you do,
Ill tell everyone about this,
And tell them I HATE YOU>

By Jess Mitchell
Published: 9/19/2006		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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