I Hate You


I hate you, you bastard,
you took my innocence
and exchanged it for 30 pieces of silver.
(Was it even that much?)

You took my heart, trampled on it
toyed with it, your mouth soft and vile...
your words, so carefully chosen (or not),
you monster...

I hate you,
you mean old man, interested only in you,
never thinking what you do to beauty, life
(as if you would care).

You are despicable,
worse than creeps
who openly say who they are,
(you might want to talk to them)
Honesty and respect is not your forte.

Filth and lies,
is this all that is left?
Garbage in disguise....
Kindness? Respect?
Oh go hurt someone else.

I HATE YOU

Copyright © 2004, Bea Swanepoel