This can't be right.

I'm quite sure this is wrong.

I can't be feeling this.

I hate you.

You think you're so clever.

You walk with your head help up high.

It doesn't help my case

That most people agree with you.

You're not bad looking

To that I'll admit,

But you're no way near

As handsome as you seem to think

You're cruel and sadistic.

Your pleasure is my torment.

I haven't done a thing to you,

And yet you do so many to me.

Most days I wish you couldn't see me.

That I could stay out of sight.

That each day could end in peace,

Without my shedding tears.

Why did you choose me?

There are so many others out there.

Things have gotten worse.

I'm getting used to it.

My traitorous heart

Has begun to paint you in a different light.

Your cruel attentions

Have begun to make me flush.

I can simply stand in horror,

As my hate transforms

Into something much more cruel,

Something even more dangerous.

You're like a deadly poison,

Creeping into my veins.

I don't want you there,

But I have little choice in the matter

Now things are different

You've turned my hate

Into something you can use.

Love is your cruelest torment.