I Hate

February 15, 2003 12:43 a.m.

I hate that you don�t listen to me.
You always think you know how I feel.
You don�t know anything about me.

I hate the way you always think you�re right.
You�re so far from it.
You can�t see the truth, your ignorance has blinded you from it.

I hate how you make me feel guilty.
You�re always the one pointing the finger.
You�re cynical and stubborn.

I hate how weak you make me feel.
You always manage to remove the ground from under me.
You never help me back up, just kick me as I lay there.

I hate that you tell me you love me.
You say it, but it�s so hard to believe you, I won�t believe you.
You�ve forever scarred me with your words.

I hate that I feel obligated to care.
You don�t really see me.
But I see right through you�


--Sommer