I Hate;

being a teenager.
All this confusion.
Frustration.
Depression.
Confused if your going to make it and survive.
Frustration with yourself and the relfection in the mirror.
Depression because you know your the one looking back at you.
So much hate poisoned in the heart that was once so passionate about love.

It's silly how things go really..
Like turns to love.
Love to dislike.
Dislike to stranger.

Things are not what you'd hope for.
Never again.