I hate looking into her eyes,

they tell nothing but lies.

I hate her perfectly shaped pouts,

insulting me with every shout.

I hate her little insulting smirks,

who knew one small gesture could cause so much hurt?

I hate her cold, cruel laughs,

making me feel less than half.

I hate how fickle she can be,

making my mind go crazy.

I hate her way of curing pain,

I wish to never see another piece of metal again.

I hate how she calls me weak,

I already feel worthless and bleak.

I hate how she doesn't give a damn,

when I fall, she never lends a hand.

I hate how she ignores my cries,

the least she could do is comfort me with lies.

I hate how lonesome she makes me feel,

just thoughts of her can make her real.

I hate how she hates me,

but in the mirror, this is all I see...