I hate the sunshine
I hate the cold
I hate the music
That makes me feel old
I hate summer, winter, and fall
I hate my ceilings, floors, and walls
I hate mornings and afternoons
I hate dramas, sitcoms and cartoons
I hate my nightmares and my dreams
I hate that love is not what it seems
I hate silence and I hate noise
I hate working and I hate toys
Is there anything that I don't hate?
The spring, my family, and accepting my fate
No comments:
Post a Comment