To the One I Hate

I hate the way you smile at my friends, tell them lies about me behind my back. I hate the way you invite every single person to your elaborate parties, only to make sure I knew I was the only one who was never told to come. I hate the way you made me lose so many of my friends, of the ones I loved. I hate the way you bite; you slither around, then inject your poison when I least expect it.

No wonder I wanted to cut contact with you. You always cause bitter havoc, and manage to pin the blame on me.