Summer Uchacz Poet Free verse

I Hate It

I hate it when they say I'm pretty
I hate it when they don't explain
I'm not pretty
I'm ugly
I'm a monster no one should love
I hurt
I scare
I'm the only monster they want to be friends with
I hate it
I don't get it
The fact that I'll hurt them more than they bargained for
They'll get hurt
But insist to never leave my side
I hate it
I hate the fact that I'm a monster
But still
We will see how long they last
Before they run
And regret meeting me

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Carol Sunshine Brown September 23, 2011 at 2:53 PM Happy weekend enjoyed reading your wonderful poetry today Summer. Love, Carol

Robert Johnson September 22, 2011 at 9:31 PM Beauty is more than skin deep. What you sow is what you reap. Sometimes they are just a creep. So when the mirror tells ugly lies. And you look and can't believe your eyes. Remember that in Jesus heart. He only asks, you play your part. I knew a man who thought he was pathetic. Left alone with his thoughts,became quite prophetic. Summer Uchacz September 22, 2011 at 9:33 PM yet in the end my poem comes true, to the pathetic life i must resume, and if luck may come, i'll find someone, but in the end he'll hurt me, like i've been hurt before