Isn't it obvious? i hate you...

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem done for english about one of my muses... the muse that cause the hate and depression to rise in me..

Submitted: March 11, 2008

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I hate how before every single preformance,
you put on your light coca base to hide your cares.
I hate how you pretend what you do,
is okay just so you can hide your snares.
I hate how you're an actor,
who on stage pretends you're fine.
I hate how thought out and well rehearsed,
are your bread mold aged pickup lines.
I hate how you're a techie,
who does all the work backstage.
I hate how you use that satin curtain,
to hide all of that addicting shame.
I hate how you're a director,
who thinks you run how others act.
I hate how you tell them blocking,
that to only you it would satisfy and attract.
I hate how you're an audience member,
who wants to watch that kind of show.
I hate how you would laugh at your puppets,
due to the fact your heart drowns so low.
I hate how you're a fellow thespian,
who thinks you know I want that scandalous life.
I hate how you're too conceded,
to see past the muddy lies that cause you strife.
I hate how you're my original muse,
and how I ended up writing about you.
And lastly the thing I hate most of all,
is how you act like I don't hate you.


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