I walked into the room
Mentally prepared
Invisible walls I erected,
When I knew you’d be there
I hate your voice.
I hate it.
It’s the only one I hear.
And I hate your eyes
I hate them.
They always seem so sincere.
I try so hard to avoid you
But drift closer to where you stand.
Longing to punch you in the mouth,
And fighting the urge to hold your hand.
I hate you so well
That nobody here knows...
Nobody, but you.
And I hate it.
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