I Hate You

You know, at times I don’t care for you,
I wish you would go and die,
then I think of those hurtful thoughts,
and shake my head and cry.

I don’t know why I hate you,
I guess you’re somewhat kind,
but every time I see you
I wish your light would dim its shine.

Yeah I guess you’re O.K. for some,
But I don’t know what you do,
to make my blood boil inside,
and scream that "I Hate You!"

By: Cheryl Fite