I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you drive your car.
I hate the way u cut your hair.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big 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 your always right.
I hate it when u lie.
I hate the way you make me laugh, 
Even worse when I cry.
I hate it that your not around, 
and the fact that you don't call, 
but mostly, 
I hate the way
I DON'T HATE YOU, 
Not even close, 
Not even at all...                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem