Hate (2)
I hate the way my family acts.
I hate that I feel like I'm wearing a mask.
I hate that one knows.
I hate not knowing where time goes.
I hate that My fathers dead.
I hate that I'll never see him again.
I hate bouncing from home to home.
I hate not saying goodbye before I go.
I hate not telling anyone.
I hate a lot of the shit i've done.
I hate the fact my mom is the one who shows she cares.
I hate feeling theres no one there.
poem by Jean Pullman
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