Three in a room.

One:

I hate you both.

I was fine before you,

Back when I was singular,

Alone.

Now I'm no longer me, I'm we.

Everyday is worse and I miss the past.

Your concerns concern me?

How?

When did the spear in you begin to make me bleed?

No. I don't need you.

Get out!

Two:

I can't.

Without you I don't exist.

When I separate from you I fade away.

We.

I am we

I need we.

It's been so long since I was me.

The me got inverted.

I love you.

Three:

I don't understand.

One hates two.

Two loves one.

One is selfish,

And the other is weak.

Who is right?

Who is wrong?

Doesn't matter.

I'm in this room alone.