You hate what I love.
You hate what I eat.
You hate what I read.
You hate what I do.
You hate music I like.
You hate movies I watch.
You hate what I...
It's so specific... isn't it?
It can't be coincidence,
that you just so happen to hate
everything about me,
if you don't actually hate me?
After a while I can't help but think.
It it the food or the books?
Or is it just me?
Do you hate me?
And hey, that's fine.
After all this time,
and the way you behave,
I'm neither here nor there,
as far as you're concerned.
But at least be honest.
-o0o-
