Hate

She's Ruining my life
But I'll never love anyone like this
She was my Best Friend
Tight as can be
ages zero to three
But I hit a day
at this age thirteen
I Hate Her
and she'll Always Love Me
I can't escape this woman
because she made me
She'll never again be my best friend
but that isn't her job
she is her to teach me
and one day I'll see
When I have a daughter
that Passionately Dislikes Me

its your turn to read all this from my perspective, between the ywo of us, I've never really understood what you meant by "enjoying the view". At this point in life, it seems a little relative from where you're standing, don't you think? for me, I could be enjoying you watching the view of me, or, perhaps, more astoundingly, you could be enjoying the view of me watching you watching me. In essence, we could be enjoying each other, or selfishly, ourselves. But what do you mean? are you waiting for some sight, some incredible happening that will awaken your heart and force it to leak from your every pore? are you looking for some event that will spread your mind wide and far covering every crevice of doubt you'd ever thought you might dwell in or upon? You'll never find that. You know that.
But I'm trying to understand the little things now, no, not understand, realize, appreciate.

i can't take it
can't take it anymore
the monotony
of everyday
where nothing
nothing happens

the same bland people
telling the same jokes
I hate them, I think.

the same stupid school
leaves me feeling
like an idiot
even though I know it's everyone else

I'm going crazy, I think.
it's hard
I can't do it

and if I can't make it
here
than what says I can
anywhere else?

I'm scared
scared that I'll amount
only to nothing
become a nothing
like most people here
who think they're something
but they're nothing
those stupid
horrible
nothings
I don't wanna be a
nothing.

i need to get out
get out
get out of this place

but will they let me leave?
could I even leave?

it's just pointless
so why should I care anymore?

I know
that I'm stupid
and that I couldn't survive
anywhere else
but I'd rather be anywhere
anywhere than here.

I hate that I want you
You of all people
So out of my reach
I laugh at my own hopelessness
You who have your pick
Of twenty girls I assume
With much more experience then me
Why do I want you?
You, who are everything I'm not
Rash and foolish
Where I am serious and collected
My opposite in everything
I hate the way you do things
And I hate your cockiness, so much
But most of all
I hate that I want you
I hate it more than I hate you

I admit I needed you
perhaps too much
physically
back then

it was because
I was lonely
and I needed someone to
cling to.

sure, I had friends
but they were new
and i wasn't used to them

I was stressed out
and I'm sorry I took it out
on you
and everyone around me.

I should just stop
thinking about it
because it just makes me feel
worse.

But I can't stop.

I'm afraid
that I might
hate you
even though
I promised I never would.

but "I love you"
seems so empty
and I'm not sure
how much I ever meant it.

Although
maybe
I just hate me.

Hate is a strong word
But it describes how I feel
About you so perfectly
The way you act
The way you look
I hate it all!
You always make me so angry
You think you're so cool
But you really aren't
I truly hate you
Just go away
You'e existance drives me nuts
Just stay away
I never want to see you again...

I can't feel my senses
I just feel the cold
I'm nothing without you
My soul is frozen
My memories of you
Are fading away
Into emptiness
All your lies
I can see the truth
You never loved me
And you never will
You simply tolerated me
For eighteen years
Until I was old enough
To live on my own
I can see that now
"I love you"
Those were just empty words
That meant nothing to you

Who Are We?
By Camille Johnson
Berlin Elementary, Grade 6

Why are we all so cruel,
to those unlike us?
We, imperfect people,
Make such a fuss,
over color,
or belief,
Being duller,
or other chiefs.
Why?
Who said we had the right
To make others cry
In the darkest of night?
They may have
different faces,
or voices.
Different races,

The Diary of Rayanna Blank
By Miranda Scott
Main Street Middle School, Grade 8

TUESDAY

Hate. That's all they've shown me since the day I got here. I didn't do anything wrong. I haven't hurt them, said anything mean to or about them, heck, I haven't even said two words to them. I must have done something. Something terrible. Something awful. To have them say those angry words. To have them cast those nasty glances. To have them hit me like they do. But, what have I done?

You Know Me
By Meagan Yetsko
Lake Region Union High School, Grade 12

I’m the burning rage in your heart; your fear gives me life.
I am there to tear you apart when your mind is filled with strife!
I fill your desires with greed and stress, of course.
I never tire; I make you feel no remorse!

Racism
By Lisa Mackenzie
Browns River Middle School, Grade 6

Black,
white,
red,
or yellow,
what does it truly matter?

religons,
opinions,
beliefs,
They all affect,
and flatter.

but we are all just people,
of different shapes and size.
Some are
short and stout,
long and lean,
or
Anything that's in between.