I Hate

I hate the way you smile at me,
When you don't understand how I feel.
I hate the way you always laugh,
When I have to hide behind a joke.
I hate the times at which you cry,
When I know that I can't be there to hold you.
And I hate it when you're angry,
That I can't sooth your pain away.
I hate the fact that I can't tell you,
Just exactly how I feel.
The way I love, the way I hate,
The way I dream myself to sleep.
I hate this lonely feeling,
That I hold deep inside.
Wishing and hoping that maybe,
Just maybe you might feel the same.
That by chance you might glance at me,
And look deep into my eyes.
See past the thick exterior,
To what truly lies within.
I hate the way that we go around in circles,
Both scared of dancing the dance.
But most of all I hate...
I hate...
Myself for never allowing us to have a chance.