I hate it when people speak to me like i'm unstable.
I hate it more that i've given them reason to treat me that way,
Like the way my parents penelopize all their decisions, 
Or when they have to go outside their comfort zone to keep me from spiraling.
I hate it when you laugh at my dull jokes to keep from hurting my feelings,
Or when you agree to my insane ideas just so i'd feel sane.
I hate how all my first greetings are awkward and the way my smiles seem strained.
I hate how anxious I feel about not being accepted and how it stops becoming important after.
I hate how the sky with all its stars and the lonely moon make more sense to me than a crowd of people.
I hate how i always get sick after my walks in the rain and how my body never adopted to it.
I hate that I NEED to walk in the rain like an addict needing his fix.
I hate how my sadness makes me treat people, how I learned to shrug in the face of their pain.
I hate how I don't care about a lot of things and how others drain my whole soul.
I hate the way I love; how it tricks my mind in to believing the world belongs in the hands of that one person.
I hate how I never learned to let go of that world.
................ But most of all I hate the way all the things I hate about myself have made me who I am and i still haven't learned to accept them.