Hate.

I hate it when you stare.
I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme.
I hate it.
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 when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.
But mosly I hate the way I don't hate you,
not even a little bit,
not even at all.