Dear bully, I Hate You

Chapter 3.

Dear bully,

Your girlfriend and her friends beat the shit out of me.

While you stood there and watched proudly,

Leaning against the wall of the girls bathroom, hands in your pockets and a smirk on your face.

Unlike other girls, your beautiful face fills me with such distaste.

Your sky blue eyes do nothing to me
And your curly black hair I never wish I could touch.

I never admire your muscular body.

Never fangirl over your husky voice.

Never saw your expensive car as the best car in school.

Never.

Never.

Never.

Because to feel that way I would have to like you.

And I don't.

Never have.

Never will.

I can't because I hate you.

And because I hate you, I hate everything that makes you you.

I hate your pearl-white teeth.

I hate your beautiful face.

I hate your sky blue eyes.

I hate your curly black hair.

I hate your muscular body.

I hate your husky voice.

I hate your dumb expensive car.

I hate your ugly blond fake girlfriend.

I hate all her plastic friends.

I hate your friends a lot too.

I hate the way you play lacrosse.

I hate the way the coach pats your back.

I hate that you get good grades just like me.

I hate your rich parents.

I hate that you're spoilt.

I hate your dumb german sherperd.

I hate your laugh.

I hate your smile.

I hate your smirk.

I hate your sneer.

I hate your stare.

I hate the way I sometimes see you looking at me.

With a little bit of regret.

But that look is not real at all.

Just a fragment of my imagination.

Because if it was real...

You wouldn't keep calling me names.

You wouldn't keep starting rumors.

You wouldn't keep tripping me in halls.

You wouldn't be standing there watching as you girl friend and her friends kick my ass.

You wouldn't.

You wouldn't.

You wouldn't.

And for that my hate for you grows.