I hate you.
I hate the way you laugh.
I hate the way you cry.
I hate the way you speak to her,
And here I was thinking you were shy.

I hate the way you walk,
The way you dress,
The way you talk.

I hate your big nose, tan skin, brown eyes.
The way you act like you don’t give a crap
And how you are oh so nice.

I hate how you remind me of him,
Friends with him
Exactly like him.

But what I hate more than anything,
And why I can’t stand to see your face
Is the knowledge that you love someone.
And it’s not this disgrace.

Someone beautiful, talented, and nowhere near like me.
Someone who knows people, important people, unlike thee
Someone who will laugh, cry, be kind to you.
It will never be me, it will never be me.
Because, I hate you