My life has been defined by the people I have treated with malice and hatred. I've hated my mother. I've hated my father. I've hated my sister. I've hated all three at once. I've hated a boy I thought I loved, until he destroyed my mind in the course of one summer.
However, my ever present state of being is now encompassed by a loathing I've never felt quite so acutely. I see this girl every day. Her very presence is an abomination and her personality is droll and overwhelming all at the same time. She lacks tact and understanding. She doesn't know when to speak and when to stay as silent as the room she's in. Her edges are blurry and she is much too soft in all the wrong places. She is a monstrous, ugly thing to behold.
I see this girl every day. I wake up and I dread seeing her face in the mirror. Her reality is my nightmare, and come the day's end and beginning I must see her again.
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PoetryIt was really me. It was really you. There was really nothing we could do. To put it concisely, these are short, philosophical situations, feelings, and thoughts of different persons and personalities I've encountered.
