Inside
I look at you,
And all I feel is disgust.
You mock me,
Capturing me in your everlasting frust-stration.
I look at you,
You mentally batter and abuse.
Do you enjoy it?
If so, you are easily amused.
I look at you,
And all I see is laughter in your eyes.
You love to see me question myself.
Inside,
Is you who is despise.
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