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I hate you both. So much.
I hate one for being nice to me.
Muddling my perception of what's good and what's bad.
You hurt me only to give me a sweet smile and a hug,
Telling me how sorry you are and how you love me.
I made you mad again.
I hate you both. So much.
I hate the one for making me feel crazy.
Muddling my perception of who I am and who you are.
I remember what you said, I do, I do, but you tell me you didn't, that you'd never,
Shout how dare I accuse you of saying such things.
I'm making things up again.
I hate you both. So much.
I hate that I'm sat right across from you both.
That you're both laughing at the tv.
That I'm sat here writing.
That even now you're better you're still not great.
I have to be 'okay'
I hate you both. So much.
I hate that you can't accept how much you hurt me.
That I'll always be wrong and you'll always be right.
That how I feel will never be enough.
I've had enough.
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
