catharsis

I hate these pages

I hate what I write

Even more that I omit.

I hate myself

And I hate the core of your being.

I hate this universe

For the lack of a better reaction.

I hate everything that comes my way.

I hate boys

I hate women even more.

I hate that I'm funny

even when I'm sore, sore, sore.

I hate that I rhyme

My poetry with time.

I hate that I'm sick sick sick of myself!

I hate, I hate

And in hate I create.