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I hate playing pretty or sane people. Most people are not attractive or all there.

quote by Amy Sedaris
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I see something wrong

Some people care about,
you.
Some people don't care
Would people listen to,
our lies?
Why are people abused
I see something wrong
There are pretty people
There ugly people
People play
People talk
I'm tired of people messing,
With me.
I guess people hate the truth
Some people are bad
Some people care
Others don't
Why do people cry?
This is life
I don't understand
Some people like to talk
Some people like to walk
Why people argue over nothing?
People act crazy
Why are people always cheating?
People that are lost
I admire people that have respect,
for others.

We are the people of the earth
What really goin on?
I really don't know

poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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Hate is Such a Strong Word

I hate my life.

I hate that we have to eat whatever my parents want

Everyday

Even though I usually don't like it

They don't care

I hate that I don't live up to the standards set by my brother

And parents

I hate that I'm the stupidest one in my family

And they tell me

I hate that I'm not pretty.

I hate that I am fat.

I hate that people try to tell me that I am pretty

And that I'm thin

I'm not

They won't get over it

I hate that I can't get over little things.

I hate that boys never like me.

None have

I think they're really sweet sometimes

But they all just like my friends.

I hate that all of my friends are pretty,

And nice,

And smart.

And it makes me feel really subpar.

Even though they have no idea how much it hurts.

I hate that my friends get all the attention.

I hate that I'm insecure.

I hate that I have had an eating disorder.

I hate that I'm depressed.

I hate that I am too embarrassed

So I don't go see a nutritionist

Doctor said so.

I hate that I can't cry.

I hate that I blow things out of proportion.

I hate that I am such a drama queen.

I hate that everyone is better at things than I am-

Singing.

School.

I hate that I still have glasses.

I hate that I am so uncomfortable in my own skin

And am scared to let people see the real me.

I hate that I hate so many things.

I hate that people think no one cares-

When for me they really don't.

I hate that I have absolutely zero confidence in myself.

I hate that I've thought about committing suicide.

And that I'm such a teenage cliché.

I hate that my grandfather is dead

It's not his fault he died so near a national holiday

And no one seems to notice how much it is affecting me.

I hate that my family is always stressed out.

I hate that if my parents read this

They probably would pretend to care

Then would go and complain about how horrible I am

And how I take everything for granted.

I hate that everyone else in my family can seem happy.

I hate that I am a selfish spoiled bitch

Because I don't try to be

I hate that I don't know what to do anymore.

I hate that I'm so confused.

I hate that I hate my life.

poem by Jennie Scheihing
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Is This You?

I hate the way I look
I hate the way I feel
I hate the way I know
That my hate is real

I hate the way some people
Seem to get all the breaks
I hate the way I don't have
What it seems to take

I hate the way some people
Never seem to lose
I hate the way it seems
I never get to choose

I hate the way some people
Think they know it all
I hate the way those people
Never seem to fall

I hate so much in this life
Sometimes I cannot see
Because I am so filled with hate
I sometimes even hate me

4-11-07/RJH

poem by Ray Hansell
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People Are People

We're different colours
And we're different creeds
And different people
Have different needs
It's obvious you hate me
Though I've done nothing wrong
I've never even met you
What could I have done
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
People are people
So why should it be
You and I shouldnt get along
People are people
So why should it be
You should hate mePeople are people
So why should it be
You and I shouldnt get along
People are people
So why should it be
You should hate me
You're punching, kicking
And you're shouting at me
And I'm relying on your common decency
La, la. la, la. la
So far it hasn't surfaced
But I'm sure it exists
It just takes a while to travel
From your head to your fist
Can't understand what makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand
People are people
So why should it be
You and I shouldnt get along
People are people
So why should it be
You should hate mePeople are people
So why should it be
You and I shouldnt get along
People are people
So why should it be
You should hate me
I can't understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand
I can't understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand
I can't understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand

song performed by by A Perfect Circle
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Why are people always

Why are people always cheating?
Why are people always fighting?
Why are people always dieing?
Why are people always crying?
Why are people always hating?
Why are people always debating?
Why are people always trading?
Why are people always trying to fit in?
Why are people always cursing?
Why are people always bursting?
Why are people always tripping?
Why are people always not trying to be fair?
Why are people always trying to be dumb?
Why are people always playing too much?
Why are people always misbehaving?
Why are people always do drugs?
Why are people always not trying to have a future?
Why do people always try to ruin their life?
Why?

poem by Shaquan Mack
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I Hate...

I hate the way I’ve messed up my life,
I hate the way I cry,
I hate the person I’ve become,
I hate that I want to die.

I hate the fact that I feel so alone,
I hate the way I hide,
I hate avoiding those who care,
I hate that so often I’ve lied.

I hate the way that I hurt myself,
I hate the scars I make,
I hate that people don’t understand,
I hate that they think I’m fake.

I hate the fact that I’m depressed,
I hate that I’m so ill,
I hate feeling tired all the time,
I hate that I need the pills.

I hate the way I feel so scared,
I hate that people can’t see,
I hate how I have lost myself,
Quite simply, I just hate me.

poem by Ali Chapman
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I Hate...

I hate,
hate that I can't trust
I hate,
hate that I must lie because they'd rather believe I'm fine.

I hate,
hate who I've been.
I hate,
hate to make decisions.

I hate,
hate that I can't hate those I should.
I hate,
hate my life.

I hate,
hate that I can't die.
I hate,
hate to live in fear and hate.

I hate,
hate my uncertainty.
I hate,
hate the lies people tell me.

I hate,
hate that I believe.
I hate,
hate those that wish their lives were mine.

I hate,
hate all emotion that's mine.
I hate,
hate that I need others.

I hate,
hate my own d*mn incompetence.
I hate,
hate that there's so much to hate.

poem by Dama Tristeza
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People Everywhere: Social Music (Original 11 03 2009)

PEOPLE EVERYWHERE: SOCIAL MUSIC
Original 11 03 3009

People everywhere over here over there people
In poor bread lines people in pony drawn carriages
People on a chariot with a rumble seat people on a
Climb on a mountain steep people on a dime on a
Corner on Wall Street –street people -people everywhere
Everywhere there’s a drummer. Where you going?
Everywhere you go you go with a beat you go with
Where the music is… where the music is “social man
What’s jazz? ” People everywhere just social that’s all
New Orleans people social all the way up river to
Kansas City on up to Chicago don’t make no difference
If your name is Santiago Obama Bergson Rothschild
Bush just social People -Montrose New York City
People social all the way to Rio Paris Johannesburg
Brazil Belize over all the bridges –London Suez
Toronto Montreal people in a dim café -social
People in church every weekday and everyday
Everywhere there’s a temple play -Joe’s Place
People social man -music social don’t make no
Difference where you get together whoever is playing
Just playing so you keep on playing with everybody
Playing -people play social music man –man or
Woman don’t understand just don’t stop playing
People everywhere want to be there to see it -up here
You playing social music -understand -just don’t
Stop playing -people everywhere get hungry lose
Patience -people everywhere not playing social music
When you stop playing social music people every-
Where stop –trying to figure out why everybody
Stop playing social music -nothing social about
Playing a whole lot of music -nothing truly social
In a lot of music -the next thing you know a short
Spell and before long you got wars breaking out
Stop playing and its hell -that’s not social any more.

Lee Mack copyright 2009. ISBN # 0615318347. Do not reproduce without permission.

poem by Lee B. Mack
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People Like Us.

People like us.
People like us fall in love,
People like us fall alot,
People like us laugh out loud,
People like us wear our hearts,
People like us are really smart,
People like us hate to fight,
People like us have fun,
And people like us hate to cry.

poem by Faith Young
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This Hate

I hate the word terrorist
I hate how it is used
I hate the war began by it
I hate the hate that ensues
I hate the politicians, who squander human lives
I hate the people
I hate the people who allow
I hate the people who ignore the truth
I hate myself who stands helpless, frustrated, and confused
I hate… hate
I hate the truth of today
I hate the horror of yesterday
I hate that I cannot forget
I hate the media who conform the masses
I hate the fear that leaves a repugnant odor
I hate those that use this fear to kill
All this hate I bear eats at me
This hate eats you
Hate will consume us, until all of humanity is lost
While I spin so does the world
While we die so does the world
While the world is at war
There will be no winner
There will be no victory
There will be no peace
Wake up……
WAKE up…….
WAKE UP………
So we can end this hate

poem by Samson Minder
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What I Hate

i hate bitchez
i hate school
i hate annoying people...
i hate fighting
i hate drama
i hate doing crimes..
i hate myself for every mistake i made.
i hate being bad
i hate showing off...
i hate when people make fun of me
call me names
hit me
push me
and do bad things.
i hate bullies
and the number one thing i hate is life.
i hate being sad because it only tears me down.
i want to go awy and never come back
and explore a real beautiful life experience.
i want to be perfect.

poem by Ryann Holland
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The difference between mad people and sane people... is that sane people have variety when they talk-story. Mad people have only one story that they talk over and over.

quote by Maxine Hong Kingston
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Silent Suicide

i hate the sun
i hate the sky
i hate your laughter
i hate your smiles

i hate the way everyone has a reason to smile
i hate the way everyone can feel so free

i hate that people think that i need to be fixed
i hate that people think that they can fix me

i love the moon
i love the night
i love your crying
i love your pain

i love the way everyone suffers
i love the way everyone feels pain

i love that so many people are broken
i love that so many people can't be fixed

i have a knife
its blade is cold

i have a gun
its got one bullet

im all alone
im on my own

i hate life
i hate everything

so if goodbye is a second chance well
goodbye

the end...
its silent suicide...
goodbye

poem by Jasmine Appelhaus
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What's wrong with our world?

Why are people abused
Why are people shot
Why do people commit suicide
Why are people anorexic and bulimic
Why do people care more about money than family
Why do people call themselves fat or ugly
Why are kids kidnapped and killed
Why do people die
Why do people tell you they love you and take it back
Why do people hurt each other
Why are people raped
Why do people cut themselves
Why do people hate their lives
Why do teenagers get pregnant
Why do people call each other names
Why are people raciest
Why are people depressed
Why are people put in mental hospitals
Why do peole do drugs
Why do people cuss
Why do people not care what happens to them
Why do people care what others think of them
What's wrong with our world

poem by Allison Boyles
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All Different, But Still The Same

Some people have short hair, some have long.
Some people have thick hair; some people’s hair is all gone.

Some people have black hair, some have gray.
Some people have brown hair, some blonde, some red.
Some people’s hair a color unsaid.

Some people are short, some people are tall.
Some people will love you; some won’t like you at all.

Some people like hot weather, some like cold.
Some people are timid, some people are bold.
Some people have dark skin, some people have light.
Some people have black skin, some people have white.

Some people eat meat; some won’t touch it at all.
Some people have a good memory, some can’t recall.
Some people accept Christ, some never will.
Some people are stingy, some people give.

Some people like school, some people don’t.
Some people will excel, some people won’t.
Some people smoke cigarettes, some never will.
Some people are honest, some people steal.

Some people have book knowledge;
But don’t know the Holy Book.
Some people burn food, some people can cook.

Some people are old, some people are young.
Some people do smart things, some people do dumb.

Some people just have a diploma
Some people have degrees.
Some people do things slow, some with a breeze.
Some people are complainers, some easy to please.

Some people hate shopping, some stay in the mall.
Some people hate God, but God loves us all.

We are all different, but still the same.

When I get cut, I bleed red;
You get cut, red blood you’ll shed.

Some people are plump, some people are thin.
But we are all the same, we’re all human being.

Copyright © 2010-Phyllis Strong

poem by Phyllis Strong
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The Diversity of People

There are pretty people
There are ugly people,
There are short people
There are fat people,
There are tall people
And there are skinny people

There are people that you blame
And there are people that blame you,
There are people like me
And there are people like you

There are mothers
And there are fathers,
There are sons
And there are daughters

They are all wound up in their family trees,
Walking ordinarily on the streets
To life's different beats

poem by Jessica Goudreault
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I Hate...

I hate, crying in silence
And being lonely with people’s presence
I hate standing in darkness
And waiting for happiness
I hate not having a friend
And always coming second
I hate trying to be the best
And always thinking of what should be next
I hate having to choose between two
And making a decision too
I hate the promises made to be broken
And the secrets that can never be spoken
I hate changing to someone I don’t know
And people telling me what to do
I hate the words I can’t say
And when I have to walk away

poem by Whispering Rose
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Hate Stinger

For all of time we had a man
Who had a frozen heart
Hes standig on a hill
And sees the morning come
Fear and rage - destruction
He made a world of pain
Hate and sin - confession
He craved a senseless crime
cause hes a sane killer - he takes you by surprise
Hes a sane killer - stares into your eyes
Hes a hate stinger - nothing left to chance
Hes a sane killer - and hes the last to dance
Just in time he finds the way
To do without the lies
Its time to bruise and maim
Stripped of all disguise
Fear and rage - destruction
No warning or a sign
Hate and sin - confession
Hes deadly from behind
cause hes a sane killer - he takes you by surprise
Hes a sane killer - stares into your eyes
Hes a hate stinger - nothing left to chance
Hes a sane killer - and hes the last to dance
The devil rings - we pay the rent
The cruellest cut of all
We built the road he travelled on
The lessons come to call
So look for signs behind the eyes
Destructor of us all
Stands alone deathly still
The stealer has arrived
Fear and rage - destruction
He made a world of pain
Hate and sin - confession
He craved a senseless crime
cause hes a sane killer - he takes you by surprise
Hes a sane killer - stares into your eyes
Hes a hate stinger - nothing left to chance
Hes a sane killer - and hes the last to dance
cause hes a sane killer - he takes you by surprise
Hes a sane killer - stares into your eyes
Hes a hate stinger - nothing left to chance
Hes a sane killer - and hes the last to dance

song performed by by U. D. O.
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Big People

Big People
Love To Step
On Small People
These People
Believe They Are
Rich People.
A Non-Understanding
God Un-Loving
Hate Against American
Government People.
They Will Stand
On Lie's
And Defeating Us.
They Don't Care
As Long As They
Can Spend
Tax Paying Money
On Things That
Hate Us.
And We Continue
To Take It.

poem by Tommy Laster
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Many People Hate To Make A Ripple

Not many people beating on their own drum.
Bumma dum bum.
Bumma dum bum.
Not many people making music they hum.
Bumma dum bum.
Bumma dum bum.

Cause many people hate to make a ripple.

Bumma dum bum.
Bumma dum bum.

Many people hate to make a ripple.

Bumma dum bum.
Bumma dum bum.

Clinging on a moan and a whine all the time.
Bumma dum bum.
Bumma dum bum.

Complaining to their neighbors and their neighbors don't mind.
Bumma dum bum.
Bumma dum bum.

Cause many people hate to make a ripple.

Bumma dum bum.
Bumma dum bum.

Many people hate to make a ripple.

Bumma dum bum.
Bumma dum bum.

Not many people beating on their own drum.
Bumma dum bum.
Bumma dum bum.
Not many people making music they hum.
Bumma dum bum.
Bumma dum bum.

Cause many people hate to make a ripple.

Bumma dum bum.
Bumma dum bum.

Cause many people hate to make a ripple.

Bumma dum bum.
Bumma dum bum.

Many people hate to make a ripple.

Bumma dum bum.
Bumma dum bum.

Many people hate to make a ripple.

Bumma dum bum.
Bumma dum bum.

Many people hesitate with wishes to procrastinate.
Many people hate to make a ripple.

Bumma dum bum.
Bumma dum bum.

Many people hate to make a ripple.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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