Sonnet

I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you wear your hair.
I hate the way you hold yourself.
I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big pink coat
And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick.
It even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you're never right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh;
Even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it when you're not around
And the fact that you didn't care at all,
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you;
Not even close;
Not even a little bit;
Not even at all.