I hate the way you make me say things I never thought I would.
I hate the way I act so differently around you, but still end up being me.
I hate the way you expect so much from me without saying anything about it at all.
I hate the way I tell all my friends about you, then feel ashamed that I did.
I hate the way you listen so well, but never remember anything of what I say.
I hate the way I tell you the truth, then lie to justify it.
I hate the way you make me feel inadequete, but so much more than I am.
I hate the way you tell me things to get a certain reaction, then pull me down when I don't give it to you.
I hate the way you concede to do things as if doing me favours, yet make me so happy when you do it.
I hate the way I wait and wait for you to speak to me, then punish myself when you don't.
I hate the way you don't speak to me for a week, then text asking me whats wrong, why haven't you heard from me.
I hate the way you don't look at me the way I look at you.
I hate the way you point out everything that's wrong with me, then tell me you love it.
I hate the way I have to explain the things I do for you, because you never really notice.
I hate the way you appreciate me more when you do notice.
I hate the way you appreciate me less when I do something you think is comprimising for my character.
I hate the way you sometimes don't understand.
I hate the way you make me feel hypocritical, when I know inside I'm actually not who I want to be.
I hate the way you make me cry, then talk to me like everything is alright because you didn't know you upset me.
I hate the way its so hard for me to tell you, even when I have the chance to.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I really do.
