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When I was little my parents got divorced. Then from there my brother and sister began to fight with each other. Then with my dad, too. I hated it. What they did. Then my brother died. He was...

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Without You

© Cameron Lund

Published on October 2009

I HATE being patient, but I've got more of it than anyone else I know
I HATE having to put my self aside for something else,
but I care enough to do it
I find myself filled with a lot of that lately... this... Hate...
It sounds so weird to say it out loud... Hate.... It doesn't have a nice feeling.
I HATE-
It's just not me.
It's not how I want to be.
It doesn't sound right coming out of my mouth.
It doesn't sound right swirling through my head
why is it that I find myself constantly forcing that word out of my head.
I hate that...
there it is again,
lately It creeps up on me.
I know what causes it. I'm tired.
I'm tired of being patient and putting myself second
second for you
I hate you
I don't hate you.
I hate the power you seem to have over me
I hate that I can't hate you.
I feel helpless,
The words echo through my head. They echo through the room.
The room
This room.
I hate this room.
The room you so kindly took the time to build for me.
the room in my head.
once my sanctuary. - now my enemy.
I hate this room.
I'm forced to sit in this damp windowless room.
there is no way out. Not yet anyways.
I have to wait.
wait - And be patient.
wait...
for you.

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  • by Shawnna Allison Law
  • 2 months ago

When I was little my parents got divorced. Then from there my brother and sister began to fight with each other. Then with my dad, too. I hated it. What they did. Then my brother died. He was shot. I hated the people who shot him. I made my sister promise she wouldn't leave me. The next year she moved out, not even saying goodbye. My dad went to jail. I had to live with my aunt. Come to find out we weren't even related. I've been lied all my life. I hate it. But for some reason I can't seem to hate those who did it to me. I can't hate them, but I can hate what that did. I find that is because I know that they are better people than that.

  • by Ada Zhang
  • 2 years ago

I hate being patient,
waiting for your priceless admiration.
I hate being alone,
when you race outside so happy like a cyclone.
I hate your eyes,
attracted to it even if I know it's full of lies.
I hate this room,
because it's full of our weathered bloomed.
I hate loving you,
because you know I just can't get over you.

  • by Nicholas
  • 3 years ago

This poem fits my life right now. After complications with my closest friend I've ever had. She makes me so frustrated but no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, I can't hate her. Which I suppose I'm glad about because I don't want to hate her. I just miss her. Wish that she'd trust me and confide in me how she used to. But I can't. And I hate it. I'm bitter now. Bitter at everything. And I think that's the cause.

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