Best Teenhate Poems
I hate it, I hate it.
Everything that she does.
I hate her, I hate her.
There's nothing that she loves,
But herself.
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And I see
Her different now.
There are faults that
Were never there.
Never supposed to
Be seen by me.
Meant to be hidden,
And just leave-be.
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I hate it how she makes me mad
I feel I've given in.
I hate it how she thinks she's grand,
Always thinks she'll win.
I hate it how I fight her back.
I kick her down, she still attacks.
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I feel the evil
When we fight.
I wish you'd leave,
Stay out tonight.
I don't want to
Be here any more.
MY whole body
Is achingly sore.
When we yell
It hurts my bones,
Like you've thrown
Some violent stones.
When we scream
My throat hurts,
Like you've thrown
Some cursing dirt.
When we fight,
It hurts my eyes.
You need to stop
These stupid lies.
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~Written in 2003 (Friday, 7th, March) when I was fourteen.
It all seams like a dream,
I walk through the day in a daze,
With the distant memory,
Of your lips pressed softly to mine.
I miss everything,
Your kiss,
Your touch,
The way you talk to me,
Softly,
Sweetly,
Passion lacing around every word.
I try to forget,
To push you out of my mind,
But when you look at me,
I look at you,
And fall in love all over again.
I miss all that we had,
All that we almost had,
What we could have had.
I want to hold you.
Never let you go.
I want to hold your hand,
To be more than just friends.
To hear you say you love me,
And to not even be mine,
Causes my heart to break,
Into 1000 pieces.
Again I want to cry,
I hate that you left me,
For someone different.
I hate this raging nightmare,
Where it seams,
You will never be mine.
I hate it when she comes my way.
I hate it when she speaks to me.
I hate how it sounds.
I hate is when she talks at all.
I hate to see her smile when I don't feel a thing.
If I'm feeling happy, she always ruins the mood.
I hate to hear her silence, when I want to hear her voice.
And when I need an answer, it further fuels my hate for her.
I hate it when I need to talk, and there's no one there at all.
But I hate it when I need some space, and she smothers all the room.
I hate to see her cry, and seeking some attention.
I won't comfort her. When she speaks, it makes me mad.
I hate it when she looks at me.
I hate it when she's there.
I hate this awful life.
I don't feel anything. I don't feel it.
I hate it all, any time at all.
I hate it.
Some times I don't know what to feel.
So I don't.
I listen.
I can hear.
My mind has gone blind.
I can't see. My mouth is deaf. I don't feel.
~Written in 2003 (Tuesday, 18th, March) when I was fourteen.
Guilty feelings is what
I’m left with,
How could I?
How could I be so weak?
How could I be so stupid?
How could I believe your lies?
I should have known,
You were using me…
I should have been stronger
I could have said NO!!
Like all the other times
now I’m left with doubts
and insecurities…
You’re gone!
Heaven knows if I’ll ever
see you again,
me and my pipe-dreams
state of mind,
thought you loved me
All you wanted was my body
now my body might change forever…
I HATE YOU!
for taking my innocence away…
I HATE YOU!
for being the reason
I’m left vulnerable,
left feeling used,
left feeling dirty…
What will my parents say?
I am only fifteen, still a child myself
I’m not ready
to be a mother…
*This poem was inspired by the high number of Teenage Pregnancies around the world*