I hate these emotions.
It's pathetic,
A waste of time.
I hate that I care
Even when I know that
Tomorrow, I won't anymore.
I hate that everyone
Expects me to be false,
And superficial, like they are.
I hate politics.
The world makes no sense to me
Nor I to the world, I'm sure.
I hate kids who think
They're better than I
Because they play football.
I hate the cheerleaders
Who look down their noses
At everyone else.
I hate that when I read
People complain that
I have my nose in a book.
I hate that when I don't
They complain anyway.
They look better when I'm gone.
I hate that teachers
Expect me to be good
The shock in their eyes is maddening.
I hate being in high school,
Where I don't have a say
I'm just a kid, even still.
But mostly I hate
That I don't hate it at all.
I hate that I want to fit in
I hate that I hide behind "hate".
I hate that I'll get over it,
Because I know that,
Even if I hate the fact,
My angst is temporary.