I Hate You

You say that you're so smart
and make me feel so dumb.
But it doesn't take much to see
what's right in front of you.

You say you care,
and you're good at pretending.
But all evidence suggests otherwise.

Why can't you see
how much I hate you?
I wish you so much harm and pain,
and I wish you knew all this.

I hope I never see you again,
but somehow you think we're friends.
I guess I'm good at pretending too.
And it's you, (not me,) who's the "stupid" one.





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