I guess.

I hate you.
Do you hear that?
I hate you.
You take advantage of my weaknesses, using my instability.
You use me to cover for your own failures, coating your faults with my fears.
You duck behind me so you don’t have to face the biggest small part of you.
There are things you take pride in, but those are the parts of you that people hate.
You destroy, that’s your mission. Take is all you do, until we all grow accustomed.
And just give in.

You are dirty.
I look at you and cringe.
What you see as beauty, I close my eyes to for cover.
I look at you and feel sick. I look at you and die.
But your actions are worse, who you are stains.
You ruin. You ruin. You ruin.

You should have left more traces.
Of yourself on me.
You left only just enough for you to still be free.
All you destroyed appears invisible, but I know it all too well.
I daily wish for proof, so I can show everyone that I live in hell.

You destroy, there’s nothing else you know.
But now all this hatred I feel, just reminds me of you.
And I’m not. I’m not you.
So I guess I must forgive.
You don’t apologize, but I will still give in.
I wish you well, but I still wish you hell.
That’s the best I can do.