I Hate

I hate to write of misery But I love it so much It make me feel so real Like love from a mother From child to parent I hate to write of pain Though I endure it everyday And the only way I can ignore it If I write it down on paper The only thing that feels my pain I hate to write of tears But they come at random times There either red or clear But mostly there black I hate to write of anger I barely ever feel it It never seems to let me be But when it comes It never leaves I hate to read these poems Because every time I read them I relive the time I relive the experience Of what happened on that same exact day. End