I hate the way you talk to me,
And the way you cut your hair,
I hate the way you drive my 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're 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're not around,
And the fact that 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 from "10 things I hate about you"