Wednesday, June 23, 2010

I hate this.

I hate the way it feels.
I hate the feeling.
I hate the thought.
I hate the tears that in brings.
I hate the anger I hold.
I hate it all.
I wish it was gone.
I wish I could will it to leave.
I hate the insecurity it both brings and suggests.
I wish they would understand.
I wish they could walk a mile, so they would know.
I hate that they think they understand.
I hate it. All of it.