I Hate You

I hate you.

I hate you more than anyone

that I have ever met.

You are one of the few people

that I truly resent.

You try to steal my friends,

and hey, look, you suceeded.

You really have made me feel

like the oppisite of needed.

And I hate your little act

on how you are a perfect child.

I know you’re just a spoilt brat,

who is untamed and wild.

And I hate you even more because

I can't hate you.

Because I will never know

what you've been through.

Because, maybe this is my fault.

Maybe I am the bad guy here.

Oh, I hate you!

Why did you have to cause me so much fear!

Do I really hate you?

Or do I jsut hate myself?