I Hate-yet another of my crappy poems

I Hate by: ME December 2002 Dedicated to the toothless monster

I hate to feel, hate to be, hate all of the eyes looking at me.
I hate to love, I hate to hate, I hate making decisions that become my fate.
I hate my body and my pretty face, somedays I hate the entire human race.
I hate being idle but yet I hate to try, I hate failing while life passes me by.
I hate leaving, hate having to stay, I hate hippocrites who kneel and pray.
I hate when people die while I have to live, I hate sharing, it's so hard to give.
I hate my glories and when I disappoint, I hate feeling better by smoking a joint.
I hate company but yet I hate to be alone, I hate calls from you on the telephone.
I hate being locked up and I hate being free, I hate being told that I need therapy.
I hate being wrong, hate it when I'm right, I hate to lose or win in a fight.
I hate small places and empty open space, but what I hate most of all is seeing your face.