I hate ******* in air,
When it swirls in my lungs,
And makes my chest thump.

I hate thinking my thoughts,
Hearing them drone,
One after another little bothersome notes.

I hate moving my body,
Wasting my power,
Doing things others could do for me.

I hate being asked questions,
Bad under the pressure,
I'll say what they want to hear.

But mostly,
I hated talking to you,

Every question you asked,

Every answer I gave,

Every demand you blurted before you could think.

With everything you said,
I curled up my legs,
I knew that I hated you most.