I hate looking into her eyes,
they tell nothing but lies.
I hate her perfectly shaped pouts,
insulting me with every shout.
I hate her little insulting smirks,
who knew one small gesture could cause so much hurt?
I hate her cold, cruel laughs,
making me feel less than half.
I hate how fickle she can be,
making my mind go crazy.
I hate her way of curing pain,
I wish to never see another piece of metal again.
I hate how she calls me weak,
I already feel worthless and bleak.
I hate how she doesn't give a damn,
when I fall, she never lends a hand.
I hate how she ignores my cries,
the least she could do is comfort me with lies.
I hate how lonesome she makes me feel,
just thoughts of her can make her real.
I hate how she hates me,
but in the mirror, this is all I see...