SHE HATES ME
SHE HATES ME
You're probably feeling that hate too, right? But please don't.
She hates me for being me. A liar. ”Look, can you please stop saying you’re okay? You’re not!” she’d been yelling at me every time we have time to talk. “I am fine”, is all I can say. Yes. I am fine. .
She hates me for being me. A silent person.
“Why don’t you tell them? Look, all these times, they thought everything is fine for you. They are hurting you already and you’re not telling them. Stop sitting back and remaining silent. You don’t deserve what they’re doing to you.”, she once told me one night. I just shrugged. .
She hates me for being me. Selfless.
“You have nothing left for yourself why are you so stupid! Go on, give them what they deserve but don’t give them everything to the point that you have nothing left with you! What if they leave you? Bringing with them all those you’ve gave them? Bringing with them your life.” She’s shouting again. As usual. “I can just restart my life”, I answered and turned my back to her. . She hates me for being me. Stupid. “You know they’re cheating on you! Why the fuck are you letting them do so? Why are you sitting back? Confront them! For Pete’s sake you are being fooled, and you are aware of that, and seems like you are fucking enjoying it!” I closed my eyes and covered my ears as her loud voice filled the whole room. .
She hates me for being me.
I closed my eyes and let my tears flow like a river. She’s the only person I am holding on to. She’s the only one I expected to understand me and stay with me even though I am like this – a liar, silent person, selfless, and stupid. She’s all I have, yet she hates me. And it hurts. By the way, she is me.
And yeah, she hates me.