Vicious Circle

I'm sick of this conformity; it's no longer the place for me. I'm sick of pretending to be something I'm not, just so you can feel complete. I'm not happy or sad, about where I now stand. I'm sorry I can't be what you need, but this vicious circle of disappointment, will no longer be a part of me. I hate you. I hate who you've become. I hate that you've forgotten me, but most importantly I hate that I hate you. So this is it. You end in my life, as a few badly written lines, in a badly structured poem. I hope you get what you want. I hope you find what you need, because I will find something out there for me.