Hate

I hate you.

I hate the way you move.

I hate the sound of your voice.

I hate looking at you.

I hate being around you.

I hate the fact that you’ve come here and ruined my peaceful and quiet serenity.

I hate that you seem so happy.

I hate that your talking and laughing to other people like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

I hate that I don’t know how to talk to you.

I hate that I don’t know how to be your friend.