You despise me.
I am the form of every little thing you felt hatred for.

You are disappointed in me.
I fail in every task life sends at me.

You crush me.
I am now scattered pieces of despair, sinking deeper into an ocean of tears.

You control me.
I am held by puppet strings in which you play with.

You scold me.
I am broken for every word is a knife etching these scars onto my skin.

You can't look at me.
I am a walking mistake that has an aura of wrongness.

You loathe me,
*But I still love you.