I hate my job,
I hate the sound of ticking clock,
I hate my teeth,
I really hate it when people sneeze.
I hate the sound of children cry,
I hate the looks from passerby,
I hate the moisture in the air,
I hate the lies from gentlemen.
I hate the voice of angry mom,
I hate the tunes of catchy songs,
I hate the myths I have to trust,
I hate my constant urge for lust.
I hate the smile I always fake,
I hate the thoughts that make me shake,
I hate the idols I should copy,
I hate to see a flawless body.
I hate the calmness of the killers,
I hate to see the truth in mirrors,
I hate to see a hungry dog,
I hate to search for missing socks.
I hate to cut with a blunt knife,
I hate to seek for the purpose of life,
I hate the rooms with squeaking floors,
I hate to see a mother that mourns.
I know I hate a lot of things,
But before your judgment goes too far,
Remember that despite this list
I LOVE to wake up with the sun!