I Hate...


I hate the way you don't see me anymore

I hate your new friends with such rigor

I hate all of my old ones, including you

I hate the whispers, you know their not true

I hate how you never believed me

I hate the way you went and deceived me

I hate the things I do just to see your reaction

I hate how in this hurtful parade I'm the main attraction

I hate myself for turning into the monster you made me out to be

I hate this love for getting the best of me

The End

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