Poetry: What makes me angry? 1

Okay, so this is my first attempt at a poem. I'm not one for rhythm or rhyming, or much "conventional" poetry, but I like to play with the location of words, so that's the sort of poem I've written here. It helps that the placement of words can influence the rhythm, or how they're said.

With this poem I wanted to achieve the sense of how this poem came about. It was really a stream of consciousness when I wrote it, and I've tried to convey that in the style. I'm interested in reading what you guys thought of the structure and of what the poem sounded like in your head: the sort of voice reading it, but I also want to know what it makes you feel. Anyway, here goes: 

I hate when people don't listen. 

                                                                          “How are you?” 

                                                                                        Nothing.

                        “Nice weather today.” 

                                                       Zip. 

                                                      “You have a nice weekend?” 

                                                                                                                    Sod all. 

Or when they ask you to repeat it, and then don't listen again. I hate people in general with their “Come out and have fun!” 

Getting drunk and stumbling home at 3am is not fun. 

Pounding music and the crush of 1,000 sweaty bodies is not fun. 

Trying to get me to connect with you by buying me a mixer is NOT. FUN.

I'm paranoid: that means I like it in

my place,

watching my movies

and playing my games.

If I go out, I worry about spiked drinks and people getting violent.

I hate people leaving things out, like 

                                                                                             the bread 

                               or the butter 

or a cup of tea that 

should've been drank ages ago.

I hate my brothers leaving their toys out or barging into my room or YELLING and SCREAMING when I'm trying to read.

I hate sequels – the first one was good, why do you want to ruin it?

And I hate Powerpoint presentations and songs on Youtube with 

scrolling 

lyrics

 – or worse, movie maker - instead of the official video. I hate the new style of presentation, where the computer does all the work.  

I hate that no one can talk anymore. I hate that everyone is 

                                                                         wrapped up 

                                             in their own 

                                                                                                   little bubble, 

      not interacting 

with anyone...

(And I hate writing poetry...)