Afskeid

I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it. I hate the way your 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 not around and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way that I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

ek wil he jy moet dit onthou? kan jy?