Hate
You hate my laugh.
You hate my voice.
You hate my dance
You hate me.
and all I really want to do
is someday impress you,
but that will never be.
And right now,
I hate my laugh,
I hate my voice,
I hate my life,
and I hate me.
...
but still I love you.
Poetry Slam:
This poem is about:
Me
My family