I hate the way you talk to me,
And the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you walk out when we quarrel,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate it when you bite your nails,
And the way you scold me when you’re mad,
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
It even makes me cry.
I hate the way you think you’re always right,
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you’re not around,
And the fact that you didn’t call.
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,
Not even a little bit,
Not even at all.