I Hate...

I hate that I can't do certain things,
like telling people how I really feel.

I hate that some things
will always be unreachable to me.

I hate that I hurt inside,
never understanding why.

I hate being the way I am,
yet I do not know how to change.

I hate that I am not the same person I used to be;
Instead of being good and honest,
I am now rebellious and could care less.

I hate how I can never change some things,
but can change things I could don't have interest in.

I hate that I feel like love will never come to me,
even though I am told it will.

I hate high school and all its crap,
but I like it enough to stay there and not say a thing.

I hate not being noticed;
Just because I'm not pretty doesn't mean I don't exsist.

I hate not being able to drive;
When will he see that I'm not a child anymore?

I hate that I feel like a failure in so many ways,
when deep down I feel like I will amount to more than anyone else.

I hate feeling neglected;
Why do I feel like this and can't explain why?

I hate being a virgin;
Why don't I just get it over with and say I did it?

I hate that I am poor;
For once I wish money was always there,
no questions asked.

I hate that my parents are divorced;
Why would someone say that they are going to spend the rest of their life with someone and then change their mind when times get tough?

I hate being the youngest child;
Why did he have to die?

I hate being compared to my siblings;
I'm not them.

I hate that I have no life;
I am tired of rereading every book I own on the weekends.

I hate that people think I am a genius;
I'm just as dumb and screwed up as everyone else.

I hate that people don't take me seriously;
Just because I am blonde doesn't mean what I say is stupid.

I hate not being able to be the real me;
But what I hate the most is that I don't know if I hate at all.