I can't hate you.
Your eyes are dim and lack the life I wish to know.
You find remorse in any situation I hope to find peace in.
I want so badly not to be next to you because you remind me of the Sadness and contempt I try to hide everyday.
I can't hate you,
Because hating you means opening the box I've long closed,
Even if it's just for a minute.
You lie and cheat to to get the attention I secretly long for.
To distract yourself from the thought that maybe you aren't living up to What you'd hoped you'd be, or what they'd hope you'd be or what I'd hoped I'd be.
I can't hate you.
I'd like to erase you, much like I'd like to erase my box.
but you don't hide your box as well as I do.
You carry it everyday and ask others to carry it along your side.
I watch,
Perplexed as to why and how you've allowed yourself to share that burden.
Didn't you find the closet big enough to store your box?
Didn't you ever figure
That not every person wants to have to stare their own box in the face While talking to you.
Haven't you realized that hating the life you live won't make you win, Arrogance isn't going to give you an upper hand.
No one wins.
Put your ******* box away so I don't have to look at mine.