I hate my brother,
So often giving me the cold shoulder.

I hate my mom,
Knowing she would only help when she had to.

I hate my dad,
Never once glancing at me when around.

I hate my friends,
Pushing me in the crowd without even noticing.

I hate my golden-retriever,
Chewing on my shoes without mercy.

I hate my cat,
Scratching me when I stray too close.

I hate to read,
How all the plots seem to be the same.

I hate to play video games,
When one level is just too hard to complete.

I hate sports,
How a simple injury keeps you out for the rest of the season.

I hate to climb trees,
How the branches scrape my knees and cause them to bleed.

I hate chocolate,
How there’s either too much or too little sugar.

I hate to sleep,
Always interrupting my life.

I hate to workout,
How my muscles are sore later on.

I hate to not workout,
Feeling too lazy to go on.

I hate to write,
Only doing it because I can’t draw.

I hate water,
How it prevents me from seeing the underwater world.

I hate babies,
How they’re so dependent on others.

I hate movies,
Ending too quickly to make sense.

I hate presents,
Always something worthless or unwanted.

I hate church,
How the clergy is too serious about everything.

I hate to laugh,
Knowing it’s usually fake.

I hate to dance,
Knowing I’ll throw up from spinning so much.

I hate to sing,
Sounding like a dying animal.

I hate to watch,
Witnessing people’s cruelty to one another.

I hate to listen,
To hear the things people say.

I hate many things,
How could I not?