Roses are red, violets are blue,
Words cannot express
How much we love you.
Happy Valentines Day, sweetie.
Love, Mom and Dad

The girl stared down at the faded heart in her hands, hardly able to see through the tears. Her hands shook, tearing the heart slightly as she reached for a pen, scribbling out the poem. Then she flipped the heart over, stabbing at the paper with enough ferocity to tears straight through the worn paper. Her graphite gouged at the paper, carving new, better, words into it:

Roses are red, violets are blue,
You hate me, and I do too.