I hate you. Everything about you. From the clothes you wear to the masks you put on. From the dumb expression you wear to the way you style your hair.

I hate you when I'm with you. I hate you when we're apart. I feel insanity slipping through my defenses. Slowly... oh so slowly I'm losing my mind. But you are not the only one who’s mask is slipping.

I'm falling into the blazing heat of accusation. With all fingers pointed at me and my hand in the proverbial cookie jar.
That’s right. I’m GUILITY. As faulted as the day I was born.

I hate myself. LOATHE. Perhaps more than the dislike I feel towards you is the pure, burning, justified hatred at myself. The person I’ve become is…… disgusting .
Let me go. I don’t want this anymore. The self pity the self hatred. Go away…… go away……. LEAVE.

Crumble upon yourself and let your dust blow to the winds.
Would I be at fault to want to escape from the stares and expectations?

I hate tears. They are a weakness I refuse to give in to.
I will cry for you.
I will cry for them.
I will cry for everyone…. BUT
Never will I cry for myself ever again.

Wasted are the tears I’ve spilt
Wasted are the hours I’ve cried.
Wasted are my feelings ripped.
Wasted is my heart.

I hate pity. I refuse to give it out unless called for to preserve regular human interaction. It wouldn’t do for a relationship no matter how falsified and plastic it is, to disappear. So if pity is what you want. Pity is what I shall give.
I don’t pity myself my life is all roses and shit. Couldn’t have one without the other.

In the long run regardless of how I see you and me. We are still tied to one another. Almost like a marriage. Ha…. Married. Well……… we’re stuck together….. might as well get use to smell of shit.