I hate you

I hate the way you are

I hate the way you look

I hate the way you make me question myself

I hate the way you treat others

I hate the way you view yourself

I hate the way you’re able to sleep at night

I hate the way you blame me for things

I hate the way you fantasize

I hate the way you treat my fantasies 

I hate the way you hold yourself above me

I hate the way you cast out my friends

I hate the way you made me

I hate the way of being that I’ve adapted to

I hate the way my mind is now

You said that?

No, but I thought about it.