I hate...

I hate flu and sore throat,

It worsen my blues on Monday,

But then I realize it’s me that I hate,

For not taking of myself until it’s too late.

I hate traffic jams and red lights,

They are so irritating and a waste,

But then I realize it’s me that I hate,

For not planning my journey first ahead.

I hate my mother for questioning my head,

Sometimes I wish she never care instead,

But then I realize it’s me that I hate,

For not being a daughter that she craves.

I hate getting my heart to be stomped and break,

For weeks I cry myself to bed,

But then I realize it’s me that I hate,

For letting my heart takes over my head.

I hate the wars, betrayal and hate,

People got killed and innocent blood is spill,

But then I realize it’s me that I hate,

For only talking and just remain still.

I hate the way I wrote this entry,

The lines are dull and the verse is fake,

But then I realize it's me that I hate,

For caring the outer not the intake...