I hate when things get out of whack
I hate I struggle to stay on track
I hate how poorly I manage my time
I hate everything I write has to rhyme
I hate how callused my hearts become
I hate when I’m ((smack)) blindsided by love
I hate I keep on talking when I should be shutting up
I hate I’m not in-tune the way I once was with my gut
I hate having routines but when I don’t, o’ holy fuck!
I hate when I look stupid and
I hate I think I’m dumb
I hate I won’t take chances when the chance depends on luck
I hate I’m always right that is for less often than I’m not
I hate I’m always thinkin’ that I’m thinking way too much
I hate I am impulsive
I hate I am obsessive
I hate the highs and lows of living with manic depression
I hate I feel pretend the most when I have to act tough
I hate I say I’m good
I hate I know you know I’m not
I hate my lack of confidence
I hate I feel I’m lame
I hate I rarely say the things I truly want to say
I hate I get so nervous when it’s time to turn the page
I hate my paranoia
I hate to say, “goodbye”
I hate I have a fear of letting others see me cry
I hate when I get sad I seem to lock myself away
I hate I have the tendency of holding in the pain
I hate I thought the rain would come to wash it all away
I hate because without it, love just wouldn’t mean a thing
©️2024 Rocco Zuardo

