You don't know it but I hate you. This may come as a shock. I want nothing more than to say to you I count down the minutes on the clock Until I can be away from you, My anger hard as a rock.

I can't exactly put my finger on the time, Nor the setting, or location, But I do know that this hatred of mine Came not without provocation. Things may've started out just fine, Now we're at this dark location.

I cannot stand the sight of you Much less the awful sound. There's something just not right with you And on this I'll hold my ground. I hope with all my might that you Shall never be around.

Well, I guess you know it now, The truth is that I hate you. You may not know why or how And I may not ever say to you, But all that matters is that I hate you, Hated you then and I hate you now.

This may seem a little maybe I'm more of a "troubled youth" than I realized. Anywho, I know "hate" is such a strong word but then again this is FICTION so don't take it too seriously. And does anyone know the feeling of how it is when you come up with a poem in your head it sounds great but when you put it on paper it sounds immature and childish? That's how I feel with all my work. Well, you know the deal..R&R, if you can. Oh, and maybe you can see this: there's been an alignment problem? Any answers to the it in your review. Thanks!