you make me hate you
when you twist my feelings up
like they’re yours to play with
and then act like you’ve done nothing
like it’s my fault for reacting the way I do
like I have only myself to blame

you make me hate you
for saying those things to me
and then forgetting them
and expecting me to forget them too
why shouldn’t I remember?
they made me feel awful corrupted horrible bad torn
and you laughed after you said them
like they were nothing

you make me hate you
for stealing my happiness for yourself
you threw those pointed daggers and left me bleeding
drained my energy and used it to replenish yourself
then went blissfully on your way
and when you found me lying on the floor later
you wondered who had done something like that to me

you make me hate you
because you don’t understand me
you don’t even try to think about anyone besides yourself
you tell me I should just forget about it, leave those cruel words behind
like they didn’t burn straight to my heart when I heard them
after all, because you can let painful words slide off your back so easily
why shouldn’t I be able to?
well, maybe I’m not like you
maybe you should think about that
don’t say those things to me
and then wonder what you did