~I Hate You~

Roses are red violets are DEAD...
Roses are red,
Daisies 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.

Now that you have done this to me,
I now know what you do,
I’ll tell everyone about this,
And tell them I HATE YOU

By Jess Mitch
Published: 11/21/2006		 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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