Hate, honestly one of those things that never leave you be,
even to the kindest of people,
Hate, that feeling when I have curry for dinner or like when I lose that one teddy.
Hate is when you have spelling and it’s the hardest of them all,
Hate is when I wake up in the morning and there is no milk left for my cereal or no cereal left for the milk and you have already put the milk in the bowl so you just have a bowl of milk to drink!
Though even if you have so much hate in life there will always be that one bit that makes you happy,
I would not give too much hate to the world, even if it’s spelling.
By Evie
I love the cereal line because I can really relate to that! Its such a good poem! Very descriptive=)