amy's poem

this is amy's poem

I hate myself
I hate myself
I hate myself
and you
I love myself
I love myself
I hate myself
and you

I hate my life and you hate yours
they can call the police and break the doors
by the time they're in our hearts will be quiet
if our notes aren't drenched they might buy it

let's get together and make a pact
let's get together and they'll react
let's get together and fuck ourselves
let's go to the beach and find seashells

let's quiet down and forget it all
let's go to class and then the mall
they've heard it before because we're all talk
taking the right meds and unplugging the clock

amy and chris sitting in a tree
discussing our plans and drinking green tea
first comes sex then comes marriage
then comes amy's first miscarriage

i'm amy and i hate myself
and i hate chris because he's like me
and he hates me