And the way you cut your hair.
(I hate the way you drive my car.)
I hate it when you stare,
I hate your big dumb combat boots.
And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick -
it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way 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 that 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 close,
not even a little bit,
not any at all.”
-Katarina 'Kat' Stratford