I hate the way you look at me, then whisper in my ear
I hate how you talk to me, so smooth and with no fear
I hate that big huge smile, the one that’s always on your
face
I hate that with just a wink, you can put me in my place
I hate how you know everything, how you read my mind
I hate that you make me feel so trapped, but never confined
I hate that you always know what to say, and at the right
time
I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme
I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make
me cry
I hate it that you’re always right, especially when you lie
I hate all your darkness, those stupid black clothes
I hate that you make me smile, even though it never shows
I hate that I can hear you, and how loud you are
I hate that you can see right though me, and see every
single scar
I hate the way you toy with me, playing on my dreams
I hate that you listen to my wishes, and hear all my
screams
And yet, what I hate most, above all the rest
Is I don’t hate you, not at all, as you may have guessed