Hate
It trickles in slowly;
Subtle like a robber in the night.
It fills my body until I can feel it vibrate in my bones.
It makes a stranger look back at me in the mirror.
I hate me.
I hate her.
But most of all, I hate you.
Hate
It takes over me.
It threatens to bubble up at any mention of you.
It makes me want things I never have.
It ruins my life.
You ruined my life.
I hate you.