I hate the way you see me,
I hate the way you talk,
I hate the way that you are,
I hate the way you walk.

I hate the way I see you,
I hate the way I am.
All I want is to be like you,
But I hate the thought of that.

I hate the way I see me,
I hate the way I am.
I want to be different,
But what's the point of that?

I hate the way you look at me,
I hate the way you act,
I hate your immaturity,
I hate all that.

This was originally written about 2 years ago, it was much longer then and
didn't have as much structure as this one does. I like this one a lot
better too. I finally finished this poem in August of this past summer,
kind of sad that it took me 2 years to complete.