"I hate today,
I hate tomarrow.
I hate my dress,
I hate my shoes.
I hate her,
I hate him.
I hate this,
I hate that."
I shouldn't be hating when all I'm ment to do is love.
I shouldn't be hating if I'm told I'm loved.
I shouldn't be hating when I'm so fortunate.
So once more what I meant to say was this:
"I love today,
I love tomarrow.
I love my dress,
I love my shoes.
I love her,
I love him.
I love this,
I love that."
I don't understand this society,
There lifestyles so blank to me.
I don't understand my lies.
There reasons makes it seem like I try.
"I love today,
I hate tomarrow.
I love my dress,
I hate my shoes.
I love her,
I hate him.
I love this,
I hate that."
Its now all so clear to me,
WHO I am is WHAT I am
Author notes
Written March 20th, 2005
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Lol, this poem gave me a headache, I had to think...You spelled tomorrow wrong, by the by
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Good write which I liked a lot, this is so true
Keep writing this was great
All the best,
Pozo
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Very good. i don't see how you thnk mine are good.

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