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WHY DO YOU HATE ME?
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COUNTRY POEMS Why do you hate me?
We met by fate.
Things went well, from the opening bell.
Then, well, for some reason, seeing me, made you think you were in hell.
Then, I don't know when, butyou started to hate me, at a
very fast rate.
Why do you hate me?
At first you seemed nice.
But then, you got cold as ice.
As quick with me, as a pair of mice.
As annoyed as hair with lice
It seemed like you trapped me, because after
a certain time, you said nothing.
Why do you hate me?
It seemed like me, you were accusing of roughing.
Maybe you wished I was dead.
It was like I had reached the cap.
It was like you saw me as a stupid chap.
It was like you wanted to take a nap.
It was like you wanted to close your eyes, and drink a big frap.
Why do you hate me?
I felt like a soldier for war, I had been tapped.
I felt like somebody who had driven off the map.
I felt like a tree that had been readied for sap.
I felt like a superhero, whom had just taken a big zap.
I was really reeling; it was like I had reached the ceiling.
Why do you hate me?
Your feelings of hate, towards me, I can see, are going to
last.
It is not like you have to date me.
It is not like you have to mate with me.
It is not like, right from the gate, you have to love me.
You see.
Why do you hate me?
What did I ever say to you?
Did I scare you? Did I say boo?
Do I scare you?
What did I ever do to you?
What you are doing, though, is not new.
You know.
Why do you hate me?
Why is it the case?
I thought we were a part, of the same race.
I thought you saw me as smart. I saw you as smart too.
I thought you knew.
Why do you want to grab the mace?
When I come into your place.
When I show my face.
Why do you hate me?
Do I talk too much?
Into my mouth, do you want to put a sock.
On my head, do you want to put your foot?
Above my head, do you want to put lead?
Why do you hate me?
Do you feel it is you, I try to mock?
Does seeing me, make you want to cry?
Do you think, it is you, I want to taunt?
When you go home, am I the one that to you, works as a
haunt.
Why do you hate me?
Do you hate me?
Do you hate who I am?
A guy who is positive, a guy who is good
A guy who cares. A guy who dares.
When you look at me, it is like looking at a mirror?
When you look at me, is it like looking at glass?
Why do you hate me?
I felt alot of sadness when reading this poem, it is horrible that there are people in the world who chooses to see the outer part of a person and deciding from that that they either like or dislike a person before they get to know the whole person and what's inside their heart. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder..