This is a poem about who I don’t get along with, sometimes.
The “I love you,” seem so fake
Is it love when it is not from the heart
The spiteful things you did
You want me to speak
The pride is way too deep
“I love you,” what does it mean to you?
If it is love, why the hate?
The gifts make you smile
Inside it is just foul
I pray the hate away
It comes back like a boomerang
When will you get over yourself
We are great
With respect none is given back