I Hate You
I hate the way you look at me
I hate how your always right
I hate the way you see me
Mostly in the best of light.
I hate how you always lie
And that you never seem to care
I hate how you see me cry
And hug me when people stare.
I hate it when you say
I'm intelligent and beautiful
I hate it when you warn me about things
And tell me to be careful.
I hate it when you kiss me
For things I never see
I hate how you never see
How strong I can be.
But if there's anything I hate more
The bane of both mine and your existence
It's how I feel protected by you
And that my dear makes all the difference.
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