I hate

I hate my life the way it is
I wish it were the way it was
I hate the pain which floods through my veins
I hate being lost and disappointed
I hate the cloud of confusion in which I am embedded
Infact I hate many things
But out of all my hates
I hate the cycle in which I am stuck the most.

I wish it were the way it was

I think Were should be was... but then again... I am not sure, it sounds weird like that... maybe because there is a W word every other word

This was overly somewhat relateable... although you do tend to use the word "hate" a lot... and I hate that!

The metering is completely off, and the poem is too negative to have a really strong effect.

The ending saved the poem, and made it quite nice actually. In revision pay attention to the following things:

1. Metering. Rhythm is important because you don't want anyone to notice it. Good rhythm rolls right off the tongue, and never leaves the reader in an awkward sentence. good to read your poems aloud to see if the rhythm works, or better yet, to have someone else read them aloud.

2. Imagery/Language. While this isn't fiction, poetry is still an area where imagery works wonders. Not imagery for imagery's sake, but to enhance the relation between you and the reader. Remember, in a poem such as this, the poem is acting as the intercessor.

3. Use of verbs. Verbs are the essence of the sentence. "I hate my life the way it is/
I wish it were the way it was" is a very confusing clause. Watch opveruse of the verb to be.

Nice work. Keep writing.

This poem leaves me with one question: "So what?"

You hate your life? So? Don't we all? Why should I care?

Nitpickyness:

[I hate my life the way it is
I wish it were the way it was]...why? more importantly, why do I care?
[I hate the pain which floods through my veins
I hate being lost and disappointed
I hate the cloud of confusion in which I am embedded]...all three of these lines are cliche. Find a more original way of expressing this pain that I still don't care about.
[Infact I hate many things
But out of all my hates
I hate the cycle in which I am stuck the most.]...why? who cares? why do you?

The most frustrating part of this is I know there is something to spark it. Poems don't just come out of nowhere. But really, it sounds like every other 'I hate my life' poem every written. It feels like a cop-out. Mostly, it feels as if you couldn't give a damn about whatever it was that made you hate your life so. If you don't care, why should I?

The words used don't really express your deep emotion. With hate there is anger and sadness and those emotions are not expressed in your words. Overall your poem was okay.