I that the way You talk to me,
And the way You cut Your hair,
I hate the way You drive your car,
I hate it when You stare.
I hate Your big dumb combat boots,
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 are always 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 arn't around
And the fact You didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate You,
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
Poem taken from the movie
"10 Things I Hate About You"