I hate the fact that you and me

Fit together so perfectly

Yet for all the time you've known

You've only seen the one side shown

I hate the fact that you

Just seem to

Never care at all

That you never came when I call

I hate the fact that all you say is lies

Yet I just let them go on by

So what does that make me?

Something that shall wither away and never be?

I hate the fact that I scream inside

And that you never know how much I cried

You shall never know how much hurt

And pain I've gotten since birth