I Hate You

I hate you so much.

You may walk in the same shoes as I do,

talk the same words as I do.

But your not me. 

Your scared, depressed, anxious, angry.

Everything that I strive not to be.

I wish you would leave me alone.

I wish you would just go away.

I say this, as if I am completely innocent.

I say this as to say that I have done nothing wrong.

I say this in order to make myself perfect.

And blame all my problems on you.

Which couldn't be farther from the truth.

I hate you, because you are me.

You are everything I hate about me.

I'm scared, depressed, anxious, angry.

I wish, I knew how to help you.

I wish, I knew what you wanted from me.

I don't understand you.

I don't understand me.

I wish, I knew how to help me.

I wish, I knew what I want.

But I don't.

Because even though you are:

Scared, depressed, anxious, angry.

You still walk in the same shoes I do.

Talk the same words I do.

Go through the same struggles as I do.

You are still me.

I don't want to hate you.

I don't want to hate me.