i hate that hes selfish.
i hate that hes loud.
i hate that he always thinks hes right.
cant never admit when hes wrong.
i hate that he doesnt listen - not even when im serious.
i hate that he just doesnt care.
i hate when he gets mad.
i hate when he yells.
i hate that he wont speak to his child, who only ever wanted him to be there.
i hate that he hurts me, but could never see it.
i hate that he ruined us, my family.
i hate that he wont take care of himself
i hate that he left.
i hate that he was never there but takes pride in raising the person ive become.
i hate how he continues to hurt me.
i hate that i cant get over it.
i hate that he makes me cry
i hate the last 16 years.
i hate that hes made me the person i am.
i hate that i cant trust.
i hate that i dont believe.
i hate that everything he is ; has become me.
i hate that i dont listen.
i hate that i am angry.
i hate that i love like him - restrictions, rules, and boundries.
i hate that i have no patience.
i hate that i am loud.
i hate that i hate him.
i hate that i love him.
i hate that he'll never been the man i needed him to be.
i hate that he'll never be the man that i need.
i hate that when i look in the mirror, i see him.
i hate that when i see pictures of me; i delete the ones where i look like him.
i hate that he doesnt know this. i hate that he never will.
because somewhere, someday, sometime .. i hope he'll come around.
i hate all of this. this turmoil he creates.
i hate that i continue to pray one day he'll change.
i hate that in my heart; its too little .. too late ...