Hate

I hate the flower next to me,
I hate the weeds that used to be,
I hate the encompassing world around,
I hate it all with growing frowns,
There’s no reason to be so hateful,
But no reason to be caring,
I hate the irony of friends
mingling within your sister’s bearing.
The weed that choked the flower
did so with eager touch.
He framed his target to be a friend,
and then used it as its crutch.
I hate two-sided faces in clear view,
I hate fighting in the most degree,
Especially on account when
there’s no chance one will agree.
Why be friends with two-faced persons
who lie around the truth?
Why be involved with girls so foolish
who are still stuck in their youth?
All of these questions come with answers,
But these answers I don’t see.
I hate people who do not know,
why our eyes will never meet.