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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

Date: 9/23/2011 2:53:00 PM

Happy weekend enjoyed reading your wonderful poetry today Summer. Love, Carol

Robert Johnson

Date: 9/22/2011 9:31:00 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
Date: 9/22/2011 9:33:00 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