I Hate You

They say your past shapes you. If that's true, then I must be a bloody bruise. The biproduct of hatred's wrath, manifested into a man, and never ending homes of strangers, lacking nothing...but love. Is it really all that bad? I mean, I am standing here today. I can't show what has been done to me, how I've been recreated. He preys upon my nievety, at only my expense. Devestation, humiliation, because of this I can never show my face. Falling from the stars, floating aloft, crashing hard into the ground, waking up to no sound. I screamed for help, but no one came, no one heard me call their name. He didn't listen to my request, instead he carried on. He had me pinned to the floor, then my bravery was gone. Freeing my inner demons, taking my self-control, he silenced my screaming voice. Shock and disgust rushed through me inside! Pretend it didn't happen, it'll go away. A lie you tell yourself, to try and find a better place. I hate you, I truly fucking hate you. I hate your smile, smirks, and laughs. I hate your eyes, breath, and teeth. I hate your stare, punch, and violative junk. I hate everything about you. I really fucking hate you, but I know your day will come.