Hate Poem

Poem About Breaking Inside

I have struggled with my hate for most of my life. Just when I become happy again, it just hits me harder. Most days I put on a smile and try to be strong. Fake it till you make it, right?

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I hate the lies I hate the tears I hate the screaming I hate my past I hate what you did I hate you.

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Little Glass Bottle

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Published: September 2015

The words flow out,
My blood on a page
I'll just sit here,
Drowning in rage.

A small glass bottle
Full of tears
That I've held back
For thirteen years.

Why?
What did I do,
To earn such woe?
Why must I
Hate everyone so?

But yet,
I'll act strong.
I mustn't crack.
I won't,
Though this bottle
Breaks my back.

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  • Bella Crosthwait by Bella Crosthwait
  • 3 years ago

I hate the lies
I hate the tears
I hate the screaming
I hate my past
I hate what you did
I hate you.

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