Of these covert words,
clever pictures,
being called a chicken
for saying what I believe in.
You started this.
You find a way to finish this.
And I just hate the way
you protect yourself;
the lack of trust in me.
You've taught me to hate;
those people, in the photograph
of Jetjet. I hate the way
I say your name to myself.
I hate you for believing that
I will bend, to come back,
for sex. I hate the way you
have made me wait. I hate
you for not admitting your
STUPID joke went wrong,
for making it my fault, for
not trusting you; while you
have done NOTHING to earn
that trust.
Thats enough. Bye
PS. The only thing that would explain your actions
is some form of mental illness. Is this so?
- Location: mad house
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