I hate so many things about you.  

I hate the way you think you know what's best for me all the time.

I hate the way you punish me for getting bad grades.

I hate the way you credit yourself when I do get a good grade.

I hate the way you say you understand and then violate me again. 

I hate the way you're embarrassed by my scars.

I hate the way you force me to do things I'm uncomfortable with.

I hate the way you call me skinny.

I hate the way you force me to give you affection and get angry when I don't. 

I hate the way you call me insolent when I step up for myself.

I hate the way you have this power over me you constantly abuse.

But most of all, I hate the way I feel about you. The burning hatred inside me that slowly builds up after one of these things happens. The adrenaline I get standing up for myself that I get punished for. But yet, I find a way to still love you, sculpt a part of me so perfectly, so there's just enough love to be nice to you. And I will not deny we have good times where I forget this hatred, but once our time is gone, the darkness arises, and I wish I could stop it.